Those Who Spend Too Fast Never Grow

Our Heart Is A Treasury; If You Pour Out All Its Wealth At Once, You Are Bankrupt.

Neither The Passions Not Justice Nor Politics Nor The Great Social Forces Ever Consider The Victims They Strike.

Love Is Like Some Fresh Spring, First A Stream And Then A River, Changing Its Aspect And Its Nature As It Flows To Plunge Itself In Some Boundless Ocean, Where Restricted Natures Only Find Monotony, But Where Great Souls Are Engulfed In Endless Contemplation.

In Smart Society Men Are Jealous Of One Another After The Fashion Of Women.

One Should Believe In Marriage As In The Immortality Of The Soul.