Our illusions fall one after the other like the parings of fruit: the fruit is experience; its savor may be bitter, still it contains something that strengthens.
A Thousand Flashes of French Wit, Wisdom, and Wickedness (1886)
Our illusions fall one after the other like the parings of fruit: the fruit is experience; its savor may be bitter, still it contains something that strengthens.
A Thousand Flashes of French Wit, Wisdom, and Wickedness (1886)