A Woman's Best Qualities Are Harmful If

Night And The Day, When United, Bring Forth The Beautiful Light.

Jean Prouvaire Was Timid Only In Repose. Once Excited, He Burst Forth, A Sort Of Mirth Accentuated His Enthusiasm, And He Was At Once Both Laughing And Lyric.

Dreaming Is Happiness. Waiting Is Life.

It Is Not So Easy To Keep Silent When The Silence Is A Lie.

My Greatness Does Not Extend To This Shelf.