Modesty Is The Conscience Of The Body.

In The First Woman We Love, We Love Everything. Growing Older, We Love The Woman Only.

The Mind, Too, Has Its Regimen. It Needs Gymnastics, Just Like The Body Does.

One Of The Most Detestable Habits Of Lilliputian Minds Is To Find Their Own Littleness In Others.

Love May Be Or It May Not, But Where It Is, It Ought To Reveal Itself In Its Immensity.

Love Is The Most Melodious Of All Harmonies.