The French Complain Of Everything, And Always.

Never Depend On The Multitude, Full Of Instability And Whims; Always Take Precautions Against It.

The Extent Of Your Consciousness Is Limited Only By Your Ability To Love And To Embrace With Your Love The Space Around You, And All It Contains.

A Well-composed Song Strikes The Mind And Softens The Feelings, And Produces A Greater Effect Than A Moral Work, Which Convinces Our Reason, But Does Not Warm Our Feelings, Nor Effect The Slightest Alteration In Our Habits

The World Is Not Ruined By The Wickedness Of The Wicked, But By The Weakness Of The Good.

I Start Out By Believing The Worst