Life is bristling with thorns, and I know no other remedy than to cultivate one's garden.
Shakespeare is a drunken savage with some imagination whose plays please only in London and Canada.
There is an astonishing imagination, even in the science of mathematics.
A torch lighted in the forests of America set all Europe in conflagration.
Let us work without theorizing, tis the only way to make life endurable.
I should like to lie at your feet and die in your arms.