Russia, are you not speeding along like a fiery and matchless troika? Dead Souls
What a frightening thing is the human, a mass of gauges and dials and registers, and we can read only a few and those perhaps not accurately. The Winter of Our Discontent
I would not have him sorrow at my hard lot, or say at the burial, Thus we lay out Socrates, or, Thus we follow him to the grave or bury him; for false words are not only evil in themselves, but they infect the soul with evil. Be of good cheer then, my good Crito, and say that you are burying my body only, and do with that as is usual, and as you think best. The Trials Of Socrates
Everything that needs to be said has already been said. But since no one was listening, everything must be said again. Autumn Leaves
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