For There Are Two Distinct Sorts Of

It Is Not The Tree That Forsakes The Flower, But The Flower That Forsakes The Tree.

You Scholars, You're In Communication With The Devil.

Life Is A Storm, My Young Friend. You Will Bask In The Sunlight One Moment, Be Shattered On The Rocks The Next. What Makes You A Man Is What You Do When That Storm Comes.

There Is Neither Happiness Nor Misery In The World; There Is Only The Comparison Of One State With Another, Nothing More. He Who Has Felt The Deepest Grief Is Best Able To Experience Supreme Happiness. We Must Of Felt What It Is To Die, Morrel, That We May Appreciate The Enjoyments Of Life. " Live, Then, And Be Happy, Beloved Children Of My Heart, And Never Forget, That Until The Day God Will Deign To Reveal The Future To Man, All Human Wisdom Is Contained In These Two Words, 'wait And Hope.

Nothing Makes Time Pass Or Shortens The Way Like A Thought That Absorbs In Itself All The Faculties Of The One Who Is Thinking. External Existence Is Then Like A Sleep Of Which This Thought Is The Dream. Under Its Influence, Time Has No More Measure, Space Has No More Distance.