There Is Nothing So Unready As Readiness

To Lose One's Self In Reverie, One Must Be Either Very Happy, Or Very Unhappy. Reverie Is The Child Of Extremes.

The Woman Who Too Easily And Ardently Yielded Her Devotion Will Find That Its Vitality, Like A Bright Fire, Soon Consumes Itself.

Wrong Is Wrong; No Fallacy Can Hide It, No Subterfuge Cover It So Shrewdly But That The All-seeing One Will Discover And Punish It.

History Is Only Time Furnished With Dates And Rich With Events.

The World Is Governed By Love,--self-love.