Russia, are you not speeding along like a fiery and matchless troika? Dead Souls
Some people go to priests; others to poetry; I to my friends, I to my own heart, I to seek among phrases and fragments something unbroken — I to whom there is not beauty enough in moon or tree; to whom the touch of one person with another is all, yet who cannot grasp even that, who am so imperfect, so weak, so unspeakably lonely. The Waves
Know yourself and you will win all battles. The Art Of War
In every real man a child is hidden that wants to play. Family Circle Magazine
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