“… you are astonished that I don’t feel willing to leave a country so miserable as ours; but I cannot help it. I am as much a production of this island as its green oats, and its rose-laurels; I must have my atmosphere impregnated with the perfume of the sea, and the exhalations of its mountains. I must have my torrents to cross, my rocks to climb, and my forests to explore; I want space—I want liberty…”
Alexandre Dumas
The Corsican Brothers
“Whatever shall we do in that remote spot? Well, we shall write our memoirs. Work is the scythe of time.”
Napoleon Bonaparte
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