Believe In No Other God Than The

When I Tried To Draw Near, You Dissolved Into Air Before My Lips Could Touch You...

It Is Sad, No Doubt, To Exhaust One's Strength And One's Days In Cleaving The Bosom Of This Jealous Earth, Which Compels Us To Wring From It The Treasures Of Its Fertility, When A Bit Of The Blackest And Coarsest Bread Is, At The End Of The Day's Work, The Sole Recompense And The Sole Profit Attaching To So Arduous A Toil.

Simplicity, A Delicate Silence About Oneself, Increases Their Worth And Makes One Love Those Whom One Admires.

A Woman, When She Is Heroic, Is Not Heroic By Halves.

If People Were Not Wicked I Should Not Mind Their Being Stupid; But, To Our Misfortune, They Are Both.