« Nothing cooler than a Seraglio; It is a love of Caterpillar, which rose drags in pink, spoiling the edge of the paper without reaching the chalice. »
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Jules Michelet
L'Amour |
Jules Michelet
L'Amour
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« This is a very fatal trend of our age to figure out that nature is reverie, it's laziness, it's languor. »
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Jules Michelet
La montagne |
Jules Michelet
La montagne
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« By nationality, as in geology's heat down; at the lower layers, she burns. »
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Jules Michelet
Le Peuple |
Jules Michelet
Le Peuple
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