Everything Is Sweetened By Risk.

A Man's Real Possession Is His Memory. In Nothing Else Is He Rich, In Nothing Else Is He Poor.

In The Entire Circle Of The Year There Are No Days So Delightful As Those Of A Fine October.

Winter Does Not Work Only On A Broad Scale; He Is Careful In Trifles.

A Single Soul Is Richer Than All The Worlds.

The Pale Child, Eve, Leading Her Mother, Night.