Lucius18 H

“Her hair, which was powdered with violet sand, and combined into the form of a tower, after the fashion of the Chanaanite maidens, added to her height. Tresses of pearls were fastened to her temples, and fell to the corners of her mouth, which was as rosy as a half-open pomegranate. On her breast was a collection of luminous stones, their variegation imitating the scales of the murena. Her arms were adorned with diamonds, and issued naked from her sleeveless tunic, which was starred with red flowers on a perfectly black ground. Between her ankles she wore a golden chainlet to regulate her steps, and her large dark purple mantle, cut of an unknown material, trailed behind her, making, as it were, at each step, a broad wave which followed her.”
― Gustave Flaubert, Salammbo

“Unlike earlier wars. in which there Were political alms either of
conquest or domination. what is at stake in this one is war
itself: its status, its meaning. its future. It is beholden not to
have an objective but to prove its very existence (this crisis of
identity affects the existence ofus all). In effect, it has lost much
of its credibility.”
― Jean Baudrillard

“Myndazaltall, ha ez uylagnak meny bűne uagion, mind
en chelekettem uolnais; es ha en el karhoznam, mind ez
uilag üduözülhetneis! (quodam sit).
Az en uram Jehoua Jesus christusnak, en erettem ki omlott
zent uerenek egik cheppenek harmadrezebenn: melli ki
omlott en erettem az magas kereztfann azö zent oldalaboll es kezeiböll labaiboll: uiseluen töuis koronat.
Annival uallom + es hizem isteni segichigedböll CBB mpria+
nagiobnak az en minden büneimnell, Atia ur Isten az
te Irgalmassagodat es kegielmessegedet:Valameniuel nagiob az TELLYESZENPHAROMSAAG Egi bizoni Istenseeg, az
baluanioknall, es az emberi nemzetsegnell.
Ennekokaert legi irgalmas kegielmes nekem zegeny bünös
fyadnak zolgadnak: Et erige de stercore pauperem.
Emlekezel meg az o es uy testamentomban, Ingienualo, irgalmas, igaz, kegielmes, hyuu, meg ualtoztathatatlan,
kezerithetettlenn, banatnelküll ualo, zent fogadasidroll, es igyretydröll: mellyet igaz esküeseddelis az
profetaknall, es az Euangelistaknall, christus Jesus altal, meg erössitetteell.”
― Báthory István

“I no longer have patience to spare for this
Europe where the autumn has the face of
spring and spring the smell of misery. But
I imagine with delight that other country
where summer crushes everything, where
the winter rains flood the towns and where,
finally, things are what they are”
― Albert Camus