In youth we feel richer for every new illusion; in maturer years, for every one we lose.


The Writings of Madame Swetchine (1869)


In youth we feel richer for every new illusion; in maturer years, for every one we lose.

In youth we feel richer for every new illusion; in maturer years, for every one we lose.

In youth we feel richer for every new illusion; in maturer years, for every one we lose.

In youth we feel richer for every new illusion; in maturer years, for every one we lose.