Love Is The Only Way On Which

It's Catastrophies Which Turn Wise And Strong People Into Philosophers.

One Day, About The Middle Of July 1838, One Of The Carriages, Lately Introduced To Paris Cabstands, And Known As Milords, Was Driving Down The Rue De L'universite, Conveying A Stout Man Of Middle Height In The Uniform Of A Captain Of The National Guard.

On The Moral Plane, True Friends Enjoy The Same Protection As The Sense Of Smell Confers Upon Dogs. They Scent The Sorrow Of Their Friends, They Divine Its Causes, And They Clasp It To Their Minds And Hearts.

The More One Judges, The Less One Loves.

The Passion Of Love Is Essentially Selfish, While Motherhood Widens The Circle Of Our Feelings.