Labor Is Life; Thought Is Light.

Now Life Has Killed The Dream I Dreamed.

To Breathe Paris Is To Preserve One's Soul.

My Day's Work Will Begin Again The Next Morning. The Tomb Is Not A Blind Alley.

He Left Her. She Was Dissatisfied With Him. He Had Preferred To Incur Her Anger Rather Than Cause Her Pain. He Had Kept All The Pain For Himself.

I Believe, Sir, In All The Progress. Air Navigation Is The Result Of The Oceanic Navigation: From Water The Human Has To Pass In The Air. Everywhere Where Creation Will Be Breathable To Him, The Human Will Penetrate Into The Creation. Our Only Limit Is Life.