God Will Bless You,' Said He, 'you

He Never Went Out Without A Book Under His Arm, And He Often Came Back With Two.

Winter Is On My Head, But Eternal Spring Is In My Heart; I Breathe At This Hour The Fragrance Of The Lilacs, The Violets, And The Roses, As At Twenty Years Ago.

The Hand Which Moves Over The Dial Moves Also Among Souls.

Every Day Has Its Great Grief Or Its Small Anxiety. ... One Cloud Is Dispelled, Another Forms. There Is Hardly One Day In A Hundred Of Real Joy And Bright Sunshine.

A War Between Europeans Is A Civil War.