Unintelligent Persons Are Like Weeds That Thrive

Any Man, However Blase Or Depraved, Finds His Love Kindled Anew When He Sees Himself Threatened By A Rival.

Woman Is A Delightful Instrument Of Pleasure, But It Is Necessary To Know Its Trembling Strings, To Study The Position Of Them, The Timid Keyboard, The Fingering So Changeful And Capricious Which Befits It.

We Must Certainly Acknowledge That Solitude Is A Fine Thing; But It Is A Pleasure To Have Some One Who Can Answer, And To Whom We Can Say, From Time To Time, That Solitude Is A Fine Thing.

Poetry Is Only Born After Painful Journeys Into The Vast Regions Of Thought.

We Flew Back Home Like Swallows. 'is It Happiness That Makes Us So Light?' Agathe Asked.