A house is made with walls and beams; a home is built with love and dreams.
To speak truly, few adult persons can see nature. Most persons do not see the sun.
We must not inquire too curiously into the absolute value of literature. Enough that it amuses and exercises us. At least it leaves us where we were. It names things, but does not add things.
When we have arrived at the question, the answer is already near.
Envy is the tax which all distinction must pay.
Give me truths for I am weary of the surfaces.