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In The Tumult Of Great Events, Solitude Was What I Hoped For. Now It Is What I Love. How Is It Possible To Be Contented With Anything Else When One Has Come Face To Face With History?

I Always Thought I Was Jeanne D'arc And Bonaparte. How Little One Knows Oneself.

I Am Not Bad, Thank You. But Don't Worry, One Of These Days I Shall Certainly Die.

Old Age Is A Shipwreck.

In Order To Become The Master, The Politician Poses As The Servant.