Only One Who Loves Can Remember So

A Writer Should Not So Much Write As Embroider On Paper; The Work Should Be Painstaking, Laborious.

Country Acquaintances Are Charming Only In The Country And Only In The Summer. In The City In Winter They Lose Half Of Their Appeal.

The Sea Has Neither Meaning Nor Pity.

The Unhappy Are Egoistic, Spiteful, Unjust, Cruel, And Less Capable Of Understanding Each Other Than Fools. Unhappiness Does Not Bring People Together But Draws Them Apart, And Even Where One Would Fancy People Should Be United By The Similarity Of Their Sorrow, Far More Injustice And Cruelty Is Generated Than In Comparatively Placid Surroundings.

Our Pride And Self-importance Are European, While Our Development And Actions Are Asiatic.