Habit Is The Nursery Of Errors.

Let Us Leave To The Brain What Belongs To It, And Agree That The Work Of The Men Of Genius Is Of The Superhuman, The Offspring Of Man.

There Are People Who Observe The Rules Of Honor As One Observes The Stars, From A Great Distance.

And, Moreover, When It Happens That Both Are Sincere And Good, Nothing Will Mix And Amalgamate More Easily Than An Old Priest And An Old Soldier. In Reality, They Are The Same Kind Of Man. One Has Devoted Himself To Country Upon Earth, The Other To His Country In Heaven; There Is No Other Difference.

The Soul Has Greater Need Of The Ideal Than Of The Real

The Poetic Element Lying Hidden In Most Women Is The Source Of Their Magnetic Attraction.