When critics disagree the artist is in accord with himself.
Her trust makes me faithful, her belief makes me good.
We have really everything in common with America nowadays, except, of course, language.
The tragedy of the poor is that they can afford nothing but self denial.
Common sense is the enemy of Romance :P:P
I asked the question for the best reason possible, for the only reason, indeed, that excuses anyone for asking any question - simple curiosity.