To Contemplate Is To Look At Shadows.

You Are Adorable, Mademoiselle. I Study Your Feet With The Microscope And Your Soul With The Telescope.

To Lie A Little Is Not Possible: He Who Lies, Lies The Whole Lie.

Never Laugh At Those Who Suffer; Suffer Sometimes Those Who Laugh.

And The Dream That Our Mind Had Sketched In Haste Shall Others Continue, But Never Complete. For None Upon Earth Can Achieve His Scheme; The Best As The Worst Are Futile Here: We Wake At The Self-same Point Of The Dream, All Is Here Begun, And Finished Elsewhere.

The Left-handed Are Precious; They Take Places Which Are Inconvenient For The Rest.