It Is Not Enough To Be Happy,

One Of The Hardest Tasks Is To Extract Continually From One's Soul An Almost Inexhaustible Ill Will.

Joy's Smile Is Much Closer To Tears Than Laughter.

There Are Many Lovely Women, But No Perfect Ones.

Great Griefs Exhaust. They Discourage Us With Life. The Man Into Whom They Enter Feels Something Taken From Him. In Youth, Their Visit Is Sad; Later On, It Is Ominous.

Progress Is The Stride Of God.