A Successful Politician Does Not Have Convictions;

Spring, Which Germinated In The Earth, Moved Also With A Strange Restlessness, In The Hearts Of... Women. As The Weeks Passed, Inextinguishable Hope, Which Mounts With The Rising Sap, Looked From Their Faces.

Though Pleasure May Be Purchasable, Happiness Cannot Be Bought For A Price.

What Fools People Are When They Think They Can Make Two Lives Belong Together By Saying Words Over Them.

For My Own Purpose, I Defined The Art Of Fiction As Experience Illuminated.

And Where Was Happiness If It Sprung Not From The Soil? Where Contentment If It Dwelt Not Near To Nature?