Our Life Is Woven Wind.

Luckily, I Never Feel At One Time More Than Half My Pains.

The Beautiful Invariably Possesses A Visible And A Hidden Beauty; And It Is Certain That No Style Is So Beautiful As That Which Presents To The Attentive Reader A Half-hidden Meaning.

The Punishment Of Those Who Have Loved Women Too Much Is To Love Them Always.

He Who Has Imagination Without Learning Has Wings But No Feet.

The Evening Of A Well Spent Youth Brings It's Lamps With It.