For, To Conceited Men, All Other Men

And At Night I Love To Listen To The Stars. It Is Like Five Hundred Million Little Bells.

Tell Me Who Admires And Loves You, And I Will Tell You Who You Are.

That Is The Hardest Thing Of All. It Is Much Harder To Judge Yourself Than To Judge Others. If You Succeed In Judging Yourself, It's Because You're Truly A Wise Man.

What He Had Yearned To Embrace Was Not The Flesh But A Down Spirit, A Spark, The Impalpable Angel That Inhabits The Flesh.

I Ought Not To Have Listened To Her,' He Confided To Me One Day. 'one Never Ought To Listen To The Flowers. One Should Simply Look At Them And Breathe Their Fragrance. Mine Perfumed All My Planet. But I Did Not Know How To Take Pleasure In All Her Grace.