The writer’s duty is to tell the terrible truth, and it is the reader’s duty to learn from it.

Le Bonheur! Sa dent, douce à la mort, m'avertissait au chant du coq, — ad matutinum, au Christus venit, — dans les plus sombres villes.

We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act but a habit.

每首歌都有自己的个性。