Doubt Follows White-winged Hope With Trembling Steps.

All Human Beings Go Through A Previous Life... Who Knows How Many Fleshly Forms The Heir Of Heaven Occupies Before He Can Be Brought To Understand The Value Of That Silence And Solitude Of Spiritual Worlds?

There Are As Many Mediocrities Exalted Through Pity As Masters Decried Through Envy.

First Love Is A Kind Of Vaccination Which Saves A Man From Catching The Complaint The Second Time.

Love Is Perhaps No More Than Gratitude For Pleasure.

The Human Heart May Find Here And There A Resting-place Short Of The Highest Height Of Affection, But We Seldom Stop In The Steep, Downward Slope Of Hatred.