Almost All Our Desires, When Examined, Contain

To Love Is The Half Of To Believe.

Intelligence Is The Wife, Imagination Is The Mistress, Memory Is The Servant.

As For The Bishop, The Sight Of The Guillotine Was A Great Shock To Him, From Which He Recovered Only Slowly.

The Guilty One Is Not He Who Commits The Sin, But He Who Causes The Darkness.

Sleep Comes More Easily Than It Returns.