Be Kind. Aim For My Heart.

For In Those Tacit Understandings Which Maintain The Bond Of Family Union, The Mother Is Really The Mistress Of Her Daughter Only Upon The Condition Of Continually Presenting Herself To Her As A Model Of Wisdom And Type Of Perfection.

Nothing Makes Time Pass Or Shortens The Way Like A Thought That Absorbs In Itself All The Faculties Of The One Who Is Thinking. External Existence Is Then Like A Sleep Of Which This Thought Is The Dream. Under Its Influence, Time Has No More Measure, Space Has No More Distance.

It Is The Way Of Weakened Minds To See Everything Through A Black Cloud. The Soul Forms Its Own Horizons; Your Soul Is Darkened, And Consequently The Sky Of The Future Appears Stormy And Unpromising

You Are Very Amiable, No Doubt, But You Would Be Charming If You Would Only Depart.

For The Happy Man Prayer Is Only A Jumble Of Words, Until The Day When Sorrow Comes To Explain To Him The Sublime Language By Means Of Which He Speaks To God.