Love Is The Most Melodious Of All

Grief Ennobles The Commonest People Because It Has Its Own Essential Grandeur. To Shine With The Luster Of Grief, A Person Need Only Be Sincere.

Love Is The Only Way On Which Even The Dim-witted Reaches Certain Heights.

In Intimate Family Life, There Comes A Moment When Children, Willingly Or No, Become The Judges Of Their Parents.

There Are Two Histories : Official History, Lying, And Then Secret History, Where You Find The Real Causes Of Events.

What Is A Child, Monsieur, But The Image Of Two Beings, The Fruit Of Two Sentiments Spontaneously Blended?