He saw before him two roads, both equally straight ; but he saw two; and that terrified him — him, who had never in his life known but one straight line. And, bitter anguish, these two roads were contradictory.

Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.

There is no rapture in the love which is prompted by esteem; such affection is lasting, not passionate.

I would rather be the head of a fly than the tail of a lion.

I write with one hand, but I fight with both.

Idleness is a mother. She has a son, robbery, and a daughter, hunger.

Phenomena intersect; to see but one is to see nothing.