All empty souls tend toward extreme opinions.

All empty souls tend toward extreme opinions

An intellectual hatred is the worst,So let her think opinions are accursed.

This melancholy London - I sometimes imagine that the souls of the lost are compelled to walk through its streets perpetually. One feels them passing like a whiff of air.

Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth, We are happy when we are growing.

How can we know the dancer from the dance?