The Public Always Prefers To Be Reassured.

Drunkenness Is Never Anything But A Substitute For Happiness.

We Should Enjoy This Summer, Flower By Flower, As If It Were To Be The Last One We’ll See.

Old Hands Soil, It Seems, Whatever They Caress, But They Too Have Their Beauty When They Are Joined In Prayer. Young Hands Were Made For Caresses And The Sheathing Of Love. It Is A Pity To Make Them Join Too Soon.

He Who Wants A Rose Must Respect Her Thorn.

The Difficulty Comes From This, That Christianity (christian Orthodoxy) Is Exclusive And That Belief In Its Truth Excludes Belief In Any Other Truth. It Does Not Absorb; It Repulses.