Our Souls Possess The Unknown Power Of

Misfortune Makes Of Certain Souls A Vast Desert Through Which Rings The Voice Of God.

We Flew Back Home Like Swallows. 'is It Happiness That Makes Us So Light?' Agathe Asked.

To Get A Traveling Salesman Drunk Is The Height Of Impossibility.

Love Or Hatred Must Constantly Increase Between Two Persons Who Are Always Together; Every Moment Fresh Reasons Are Found For Loving Or Hating Better.

Most Women Wish To Feel That Their Spirit Has Been Violated. Do They Not, Indeed, Flatter Themselves On Never Yielding Save To Force?