Robespierre, crippled and blind, has yet to be healed to the knowledge that service - his desire - is a deed of savage-speaking gentleness, not soft-spoken savagery.
We all have our dreams. May we find them, and God have mercy on us when we do.
I began to feel lighthearted. Don't ever do that; it tempts some dark and evil force abroad in the universe.
Condemned and executioner with aren't coupled in a primitive rite.
Are not all loves secretly the same? A hundred flowers sprung from a single root.
I submitted manuscripts to publishers. This was not so much a feeling that I should be published as a wish to escape the feared and hated drudgery of normal work.