Anyone who lives in this time is concerned with grottiness.
A verb has a hard enough time of it in this world when it is all together. It's downright inhuman to split it up. But that's what those Germans do. They take part of a verb and put it down here, like a stake, and they take the other part of it and put it a way over yonder like another stake, and between these two limits they just shovel in German.
Socrate considÃ©rait que c'est un mal qui n'est pas loin de la folie, de s'imaginer que l'on possÃ¨de une vertu, alors qu'on ne la possÃ¨de pas. Certes, une pareille illusion est plus dangereuse que l'illusion contraire qui consiste ? croire que l'on souffre d'un dÃ©faut, d'un vice.DeuxiÃ¨me ConsidÃ©ration intempestive, ch. 6
Roses just now predominate. There is a satisfying solidity about the bunches, a glorious abundance which, in a commodity so easily enjoyed without ownership, is scarcely credible. I feel no desire to own these huge aggregations of odorous beauty. It would be like owning a harem, one imagines.
I ask for nothing. / In return I give All. / There is no earning my Love. / No work needed, no effort / Save to listen to what is already heard, / To see what is already seen. / To know what is already known. / Do I seem to ask too little? / Would you give although I ask not? / Then this you can give me and I will accept. / I will take your heart. / You will find it waiting for you / When you return.