'therefore' Is A Word The Poet Must

Solitude Is Bearable Only With God.

The Anxiety We Have For The Figure We Cut, For Our Personage, Is Constantly Cropping Out. We Are Showing Off And Are Often More Concerned With Making A Display Than With Living. Whoever Feels Observed Observes Himself.

It Is Essential To Persuade The Soldier That Those He Is Being Urged To Massacre Are Bandits Who Do Not Deserve To Live; Before Killing Other Good, Decent Fellows Like Himself, His Gun Would Fall From His Hands.

Nothing Prevents Happiness Like The Memory Of Happiness.

Are You Then Unable To Recognize Unless It Has The Same Sound As Yours?