Conscience Is Our Unerring Judge Until We

The Most Real Of All Splendors Are Not In Outward Things, They Are Within Us.

Like Evil, Sublimity Is Also Contagious.

A Creole Woman Is Like A Child, She Wants To Possess Everything Immediately; Like A Child, She Would Set Fire To A House In Order To Fry An Egg. In Her Languor, She Thinks Of Nothing; When Passionately Aroused, She Thinks Of Any Act Possible Or Impossible.

Woman Has This In Common With Angels, That Suffering Beings Belong Especially To Her.

Our Greatest Fears Lie In Anticipation.