Life often seems but a long shipwreck, of which the debris are friendship, glory, and love: the shores of our existence are strewn with them.


A Thousand Flashes of French Wit, Wisdom, and Wickedness (1886)


Life often seems but a long shipwreck, of which the debris are friendship, glory, and love: the shores of our existence are strewn with them.

Life often seems but a long shipwreck, of which the debris are friendship, glory, and love: the shores of our existence are strewn with them.

Life often seems but a long shipwreck, of which the debris are friendship, glory, and love: the shores of our existence are strewn with them.

Life often seems but a long shipwreck, of which the debris are friendship, glory, and love: the shores of our existence are strewn with them.