The abominable effort to take ones sins with one to paradise. – Andre Gide
Oh, would that my mind could let fall its dead ideas, as the tree does its withered leaves! – Andre Gide
The abominable effort to take ones sins with one to paradise. – Andre Gide
Oh, would that my mind could let fall its dead ideas, as the tree does its withered leaves! – Andre Gide
Everything has been said before, but since nobody listens we have to keep going back and beginning all over again. – Andre Gide
There is no prejudice that the work of art does not finally overcome. – Andre Gide