Our Work Can Never Be Better Than

Let Us Accept Truth, Even When It Surprises Us And Alters Our Views.

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?

The Prayers Of A Lover Are More Imperious Than The Menaces Of The Whole World

One Wastes So Much Time, One Is So Prodigal Of Life, At Twenty! Our Days Of Winter Count For Double. That Is The Compensation Of The Old.

Life Resembles A Novel More Often Than Novels Resemble Life.