For Every Sin There Is Forgiveness, And

People Wish To Learn To Swim And At The Same Time To Keep One Foot On The Ground.

Those Whose Suffering Is Due To Love Are, As We Say Of Certain Invalids, Their Own Physicians.

A Work In Which There Are Theories Is Like An Object Which Still Has The Ticket That Shows Its Price.

The Places We Have Known Do Not Belong Solely To The World Of Space In Which We Situate Them For Our Greater Convenience. They Were Only A Thin Slice Among Contiguous Impressions Which Formed Our Life At That Time; The Memory Of A Certain Image Is But Regret For A Certain Moment; And Houses, Roads, Avenues Are As Fleeting, Alas, As The Years.

You Can't Learn The Truth About A Man's Intentions By Asking Him.