Earnestness Is The Salt Of Eloquence.

Death Belongs To God Alone; By What Right Do Men Touch That Unknown Thing?

Love Is A Fault; So Be It.

As We Have Said, Robust Souls Are Sometimes Almost, But Not Entirely, Overthrown By Strokes Of Misfortune....despair Has Steps Leading Upward. From Total Depression We Rise To Despondency, From Despondency To Affliction, From Affliction To Melancholy. Melancholy Is A Twilight State In Which Suffering Transmutes Into A Somber Joy....melancholy Is The Enjoyment Of Being Sad.

Nobody Loves The Light Like The Blind Man.

To Divinise Is Human, To Humanise Is Divine.