Charity Degrades Those Who Receive It And

...je N’ai Pas Cessé De L’être Si C’est D’être Jeune Que D’aimer Toujours !... L’humanité N’est Pas Un Vain Mot. Notre Vie Est Faite D’amour, Et Ne Plus Aimer C’est Ne Plus Vivre." (i Have Never Ceased To Be Young, If Being Young Is Always Loving... Humanity Is Not A Vain Word. Our Life Is Made Of Love, And To Love No Longer Is To Live No Longer.)

Weeds Are Omnipresent; Errors Are To Be Found In The Heart Of The Most Lovable.

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

No Human Being Can Control Love, And No One Is To Blame Either For Feeling It Or For Losing It. What Alone Degrades A Woman Is Falsehood.

Anything We Destroy In Ourselves We Destroy In Others. Our Falls Lower Others And Throw Them Down; We Owe It To Our Fellows To Keep Upright, In Order That They Too May Keep Their Feet.