No One Makes A Revolution By Himself.

... Love Is Too Delicate A Flower To Rise Again When One Has Trampled It Under Foot.

Oblivion Is The Flower That Grows Best On Graves.

We Must Love Stupid People Better Than Ourselves; Are They Not The Really Unfortunate Ones Of This World? Do Not People Without Taste And Without Ideal Grow Constantly Weary, Rejoicing In Nothing, And Being Quite Useless Here Below?

A Woman's Heart Has No Wrinkles.

No Place Is Ugly To Those Who Understand The Virtues And Sweetness Of Everything That God Has Made.