Despair Is The Only Genuine Atheism.

Art Is Indeed Not The Bread But The Wine Of Life.

A Loving Maiden Grows Unconsciously More Bold.

The Romance Of Life Begins And Ends With Two Blank Pages. Age And Extreme Old Age.

Whenever, At A Party, I Have Been In The Mood To Study Fools, I Have Always Looked For A Great Beauty: They Always Gather Round Her Like Flies Around A Fruit Stall.

Individuality Is To Be Preserved And Respected Everywhere, As The Root Of Everything Good.