A childish feeling, I admit, but, when we retire from the conventions of society and draw close to nature, we involuntarily become children: each attribute acquired by experience falls away from the s...
He in his madness prays for storms, and dreams that storms will bring him peace
LonelinessIt's Hell for us to draw the fettersOf life in alienation, stiff.All people prefer to share gladness,And nobody - to share grief.As a king of air, I'm lone here,The pain lives in my heart, s...
Happy people are ignoramuses and glory is nothing else but success, and to achieve it one only has to be cunning.