The Man As He Converses Is The

In The First Woman We Love, We Love Everything. Growing Older, We Love The Woman Only.

I Am A Galley Slave To Pen And Ink.

The Endless Legacy Of The Past To The Present Is The Secret Source Of Human Genius.

A Knowledge Of Mankind And Of Things That Surround Us Gives Us That Second Education Which Proves Far Move Valuable Than Our First Because It Alone Turns Out A Truly Accomplished Man.

We Flew Back Home Like Swallows. 'is It Happiness That Makes Us So Light?' Agathe Asked.