... Love Is Too Delicate A Flower

Guard Well Within Yourself That Treasure, Kindness. Know How To Give Without Hesitation, How To Lose Without Regret, How To Acquire Without Meanness.

One Is Happy As A Result Of One's Own Efforts, Once One Knows Of The Necessary Ingredients Of Happiness-simple Tastes, A Certain Degree Of Courage, Self-denial To A Point, Love Of Work, And, Above All, A Clear Conscience. Happiness Is No Vague Dream, Of That I Now Feel Certain.

Discouragement Seizes Us Only When We Can No Longer Count On Chance.

You, Stupid One, Who Believe In Laws Which Punish Murder By Murder...

Immodest Creature, You Do Not Want A Woman Who Will Accept Your Faults, You Want The One Who Pretends You Are Faultless - One Who Will Caress The Hand That Strikes Her And Kiss The Lips That Lie To Her.