Believe In No Other God Than The

The More You Lose The Right To Be Jealous, The More So You Become!

I Say, I Believe, That One Must Love With All Of One's Being.

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.

A Woman's Heart Has No Wrinkles.

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