Maxioms by Albert Camus
Autumn is a second spring where every leaf is a flower
Autumn is a second spring where every leaf is a flower
Stupidity has a knack of getting its way.
Stupidity has a knack of getting its way.
A novel is never anything but a philosophy put into images.
A novel is never anything but a philosophy put into images.
A novel is never anything, but a philosophy put into images.
A novel is never anything, but a philosophy put into images.
After another moment's silence, she mumbled that I was peculiar, that that was probably why she loved me but that read more
After another moment's silence, she mumbled that I was peculiar, that that was probably why she loved me but that one day I might disgust her for the very same reason.
