To Marry Unequally Is To Suffer Equally.

Let Us Be True: This Is The Highest Maxim Of Art And Of Life, The Secret Of Eloquence And Of Virtue, And Of All Moral Authority.

Our Systems, Perhaps, Are Nothing More Than An Unconscious Apology For Our Faults, A Gigantic Scaffolding Whose Object Is To Hide From Us Our Favorite Sin.

The Ideal, After All, Is True Than The Real: For The Ideal Is The Eternal Element In Perishable Things.

The Only Substance Properly So Called Is The Soul.

Destiny Has Two Ways Of Crushing Us - By Refusing Our Wishes And By Fulfilling Them.