Wisdom Is The Health Of The Soul.

The Future Has Several Names. For The Weak, It Is Impossible; For The Fainthearted, It Is Unknown; But For The Valiant, It Is Ideal.

A Fixed Idea Ends In Madness Or Heroism.

Her Soul Trembled On Her Lips Like A Drop Of Dew On A Flower.

These Are True Felicities. No Joy Beyond These Joys. Love Is The Only Ecstasy, Everything Else Weeps

Strong And Bitter Words Indicate A Weak Cause.