The Guilty One Is Not He Who

The Nearer I Approach The End, The Plainer I Hear Around Me The Immortal Symphonies Of The Worlds Which Invite Me. It Is Marvelous, Yet Simple.

Friend Is Sometimes A Word Devoid Of Meaning; Enemy, Never.

The Convent Is Supreme Egotism Resulting In Supreme Self-denial.

An Intelligent Hell Would Be Better Than A Stupid Paradise.

Her Soul Trembled On Her Lips Like A Drop Of Dew On A Flower.