Russia! Russia! I see you now, from my wondrous, beautiful past I behold you! How wretched, dispersed, and uncomfortable everything is about you... Dead Souls
Hold to the now, the here, through which all future plunges to the past. Ulysses
As nothing is straighter than that which is straight, so nothing is juster than that which is just. Fragment
O, dread and dire word. Eternity! What mind of man can understand it? A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
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