Mystery Hovers Over All Things Here Below.

The Most Effective Coquetry Is Innocence.

It Is In The Habits Of Lawyers That Every Accusation Appears Insufficient If They Do Not Exaggerate It Even To Calumny; It Is Thus That Justice Itself Loses Its Sanctity And Its Respect Amongst Men.

Music Is The Literature Of The Heart; It Commences Where Speech Ends.

Habit With It's Iron Sinews, Clasps Us And Leads Us Day By Day.

I Am Persuaded That If The Brutes Even--if The Dog, The Horse, The Ox, The Elephant, The Bird, Could Speak, They Would Confess, That, At The Bottom Of Their Nature, Their Instincts, Their Sensations, Their Obtuse Intelligence, Assisted By Organs Less Perfect Than Ours, There Is A Clouded, Secret Sentiment Of This Existence Of A Superior And Primordial Being, From Whom All Emanates, And To Whom All Returns.