To live, to err, to fall, to triumph, to recreate life out of life.
His eyes were dimmed with tears and, looking humbly up to heaven, he wept for the innocence he had lost.
All human history moves towards one great goal
One of the things I could never get accustomed to in my youth was the difference I found between life and literature.
Let my country die for me.
Secrets, silent, stony sit in the dark palaces of both our hearts: secrets weary of their tyranny: tyrants willing to be dethroned.