Concision In Style, Precision In Thought, Decision

If A Writer Wrote Merely For His Time, I Would Have To Break My Pen And Throw It Away.

When I Speak To You About Myself, I Am Speaking To You About Yourself. How Is It You Don't See That?

The Day That A Woman Who Is Passing Before You Sheds A Light Upon You As She Goes, You Are Lost, You Love. You Have Then But One Thing To Do: To Think Of Her So Earnestly That She Will Be Compelled To Think Of You.

And So, Being In Heaven, It Was Easy For Him To Lose Sight Of Earth.

Smallness In A Great Man Seems Smaller By Its Disproportion With All The Rest.