Clouds Symbolize The Veils That Shroud God.

To Kill A Relative Of Whom You Are Tired Is Something. But To Inherit His Property Afterwards, That Is Genuine Pleasure.

Your Women Of Fashion Ceases To Be A Woman. She Is Neither Mother, Nor Wife, Nor Lover. She Is, Medically Speaking, Sex On The Brain.

Alas, Two Men Are Often Necessary To Provide A Woman With A Perfect Lover, Just As In Literature A Writer Composes A Type Only By Employing The Singularities Of Several Similar Characters.

A Vocation Is Born To Us All; Happily Most Of Us Meet Promptly Our Twin,--occupation.

Political Liberty, The Peace Of A Nation, And Science Itself Are Gifts For Which Fate Demands A Heavy Tax In Blood!