Every Noble Crown Is, And On Earth

The All Of Things Is An Infinite Conjugation Of The Verb To Do .

Secrecy Is The Element Of All Goodness; Even Virtue, Even Beauty Is Mysterious.

France Was Long A Despotism Tempered By Epigrams.

I Don't Pretend To Understand The Universe - It's A Great Deal Bigger Than I Am.

O Heaven, It Is Mysterious, It Is Awful To Consider That We Not Only Carry Each A Future Ghost Within Him; But Are, In Very Deed, Ghosts!