Sublime

taciturn

All men are mad but the humorist, who cares for nothing and possesses everything.

Ce qui le pressait de la sorte, c’était la privation qu’il croyait faire au monde par son retard, tant il espérait venger d’offenses, redresser de torts, réparer d’injustices, corriger d’abus, acquitter de dettes.

But that is not a man, that’s a mushroom!”

quixotic.

The Iliad may have been written by one man. It may have been written by a hundred men. But let us remember that there was more unity in those times in a hundred men than there is unity now in one man. Then a city was like one man. Now one man is like a city in civil war.