Love Endows Us With A Sort Of

Society Proceeds Like The Ocean. After A Disaster, It Resume Its Wonted Level And Rhythms; Its Devouring Interests Efface All Traces Of Damage.

Memories Beautify Life, But The Capacity To Forget Makes It Bearable.

Do You Know How A Man Makes His Way Here? By Brilliant Genius Or By Skilful Corruption. You Must Either Cut Your Way Through These Masses Of Men Like A Cannon Ball, Or Steal Among Them Like A Plague.

Love Is The Reduction Of The Universe To The Single Being, And The Expansion Of A Single Being, Even To God

A Man May And Ought To Pride Himself More On His Will Than On His Talent.