I Was Dying When You Came.

The Guilty One Is Not He Who Commits The Sin, But He Who Causes The Darkness.

The Need Of The Immaterial Is The Most Deeply Rooted Of All Needs. One Must Have Bread; But Before Bread, One Must Have The Ideal.

Music Is The Vapor Of Art. It Is To Poetry What Reverie Is To Thought, What Fluid Is To Solid, What The Ocean Of Clouds Is To The Ocean Of Waves.

There Is A Secret Drawer In Every Woman's Heart.

Is It Not When The Fall Is The Lowest That Charity Ought To Be The Greatest?