Affection Is The Broadest Basis Of A

There Is A Mercy Which Is Weakness, And Even Treason Against The Common Good.

That Farewell Kiss Which Resembles Greeting, That Last Glance Of Love Which Becomes The Sharpest Pang Of Sorrow.

It Is Possible To Have A Strong Self-love Without Any Self-satisfaction, Rather With A Self-discontent Which Is The More Intense Because One's Own Little Core Of Egoistic Sensibility Is A Supreme Care.

The Wit Of A Family Is Usually Best Received Among Strangers.

It Is Strange How Deeply Colours Seem To Penetrate One, Like Scent.