Life Resembles A Novel More Often Than

Unrequited Love Is As Different From The Mutual Love As The Error From The Truth.

We Do Not Die Of Anguish, We Live On. We Continue To Suffer. We Drink The Cup Drop By Drop.

Art Belongs To All Times And To All Countries; Its Special Benefit Is Precisely To Be Still Living When Everything Else Seems Dying; That Is Why Providence Shields It From Too Personal Or Too General Passions, And Grants It A Patient And Persevering Organization, Durable Sensibility, And The Contemplative Sense In Which Lies Invincible Faith.

Be Prudent, And If You Hear, * * * Some Insult Or Some Threat, * * * Have The Appearance Of Not Hearing It.

No One Makes A Revolution By Himself.