"The stars are threshed, and the souls are threshed from their husks."

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

His Fifty Years of Exile

"A hermitage in the forest is the refuge of the narrow-minded misanthrope; a hammock on the ocean is asylum for the generous distressed. The ocean brims with natural griefs and tragedies; an into that watery immensity, man's private grief is lost like a drop."



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