Love, According To Our Contemporary Poets, Is

The Great Secret Of Social Alchemy Is To Profit Best From Each Stage In Our Lives, To Gather All Its Leaves In Spring, All Its Flowers In Summer, And All Its Fruits In Autumn.

Modesty Is The Conscience Of The Body.

There Are No Little Events With The Heart. It Magnifies Everything; It Places In The Same Scales The Fall Of An Empire Of Fourteen Years And The Dropping Of A Woman's Glove, And Almost Always The Glove Weighs More Than The Empire.

Excess Of Joy Is Harder To Bear Than Any Amount Of Sorrow.

The Impossible Is Justified By The Fact That It Occurred