To Speak Of Love Is To Make

To Lese-majeste And Contempt Of Court, We Must Add The Crime Of Lese-million, That Fearful Indignity We Visit On The Rich When We Expose The Impotence Of Gold.

Memories Beautify Life, But The Capacity To Forget Makes It Bearable.

Nature Knows Nothing But Solid Bodies; Your Science Deals Only With Combinations Of Surfaces. And So Nature Constantly Gives The Lie To All Your Laws; Can You Name One To Which No Fact Makes An Exception?

Who Shall Ever Tell How Much An Unmerited Disfavor Crushes A Shy Person? Who Can Ever Depict The Misfortunes Of Timidity?

Many Of Us Marvel At The Icy Insensitivity With Which Women Snuff Out Their Armours. But If They Did Not Blot Out The Past In This Manner, Life For Them Would Lose All Dignity And They Could Never Resist The Fatal Familiarities To Which They Once Submitted.