Sorrow Makes Us Very Good Or Very

If People Were Not Wicked I Should Not Mind Their Being Stupid; But, To Our Misfortune, They Are Both.

Nothing Is So Easy As To Deceive One’s Self When One Does Not Lack Wit And Is Familiar With All The Niceties Of Language. Language Is A Prostitute Queen Who Descends And Rises To All Roles. Disguises Herself, Arrays Herself In Fine Apparel, Hides Her Head And Effaces Herself; An Advocate Who Has An Answer For Everything, Who Has Always Foreseen Everything, And Who Assumes A Thousand Forms In Order To Be Right. The Most Honorable Of Men Is He Who Thinks Best And Acts Best, But The Most Powerful Is He Who Is Best Able To Talk And Write

Not To Love Is To Cease To Live.

...je N’ai Pas Cessé De L’être Si C’est D’être Jeune Que D’aimer Toujours !... L’humanité N’est Pas Un Vain Mot. Notre Vie Est Faite D’amour, Et Ne Plus Aimer C’est Ne Plus Vivre." (i Have Never Ceased To Be Young, If Being Young Is Always Loving... Humanity Is Not A Vain Word. Our Life Is Made Of Love, And To Love No Longer Is To Live No Longer.)

Be Prudent, And If You Hear, * * * Some Insult Or Some Threat, * * * Have The Appearance Of Not Hearing It.