Love Is Like A Tree, It Grows

Let Us Say It Now: To Be Blind And To Be Loved, Is Indeed, Upon This Earth Where Nothing Is Complete, One Of The Most Strangely Exquisite Forms Of Happiness.

One Sees Qualities At A Distance And Defects At Close Range.

When God Desires To Destroy A Thing, He Entrusts Its Destruction To The Thing Itself. Every Bad Institution Of This World Ends By Suicide.

The Left-handed Are Precious; They Take Places Which Are Inconvenient For The Rest.

There Is Always More Misery Among The Lower Classes Than There Is Humanity In The Higher.