Every Historian Discloses A New Horizon.

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

Heavens! Whatever Possesses Us, Here Below, That We Mutually Torment Ourselves, Sourly Reproach Our Mutual Faults, And Mercilessly Condemn All That Is Not Cut According To Our Pattern?

There Is Only One Sex. A Man And A Woman Are So Entirely The Same Thing That One Can Scarcely Understand The Subtle Reasons For Sex Distinctions With Which Our Minds Are Filled.

Where There Is No Longer Love, There Is No Longer Anything.

Butterflies Are But Flowers That Blew Away One Sunny Day When Nature Was Feeling At Her Most Inventive And Fertile.