To Write A Good Love Letter, You

To Live Is Not To Breathe But To Act. It Is To Make Use Of Our Organs, Our Senses, Our Faculties, Of All The Parts Of Ourselves Which Give Us The Sentiment Of Our Existence. The Man Who Has Lived The Most Is Not He Who Has Counted The Most Years But He Who Has Most Felt Life.

Living Is Not Breathing But Doing.

The More Humanity Owes Him, The More Society Denies Him. Every Door Is Shut Against Him, Even When He Has A Right To Its Being Opened: And If He Ever Obtains Justice, It Is With Much Greater Difficulty Than Others Obtain Favors.

Whoever Blushes Confesses Guilt, True Innocence Never Feels Shame.

Childhood Is The Sleep Of Reason. [fr., L'enfance Est Le Sommeil De La Raison.]