In Women Everything Is Heart, Even The

Joy Descends Gently Upon Us Like The Evening Dew, And Does Not Patter Down Like A Hailstorm.

Passion Makes The Best Observations And The Sorriest Conclusions.

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

Poverty Is The Only Load Which Is The Heavier The More Loved Ones There Are To Assist In Bearing It.

Humankind's Chief Fault Is That They Have So Many Small Ones.