Little gray messenger. Robed like painted Death. Your robe is dust. Whom do you seek Among lilies and closed buds At dusk? Among l...

Et pis, doucett'ment on s'endort. On fait sa carne, on fait sa sorgue. On ronfle, et, comme un tuyan d'orgue. ...

I am myself just as much evil as good, and my nation is-- And I say there is in fact no evil; (Or if there is, I say it is just as impor...

I "Ne raillons pas les fous; leur folie dure plus longtemps que la nôtre.... Voila toute la différence." Toward the en...