I am for religion, against religions.
Her soul trembled on her lips like a drop of dew on a flower.
As for the author, he is profoundly unaware of what the classical or romantic genre might consist of.... In literature, as in allthings, there is only the good and the bad, the beautiful and the ugly, the true and the false.
A writer is a world trapped in a person.
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.
The wicked envy and hate; it is their way of admiring.