a perfect piece of architecture kindles that aimless reverie, which bears the soul we know not whither.
One must, so long as there is any life left, back up the character of one's life.
Happiness is a wondrous commodity: the more you give, the more you have.
Exile: A tomb in which you can get mail.
The more I see of man, the more I like dogs.
One must choose in life between boredom and suffering.