Grief Has Been Compared To A Hydra;

The Dower Of Great Beauty Has Always Been Misfortune, Since Happiness And Beauty Do Not Agree Together.

What Is Life? A Madness. What Is Life? An Illusion, A Shadow, A Story. And The Greatest Good Is Little Enough: For All Life Is A Dream, And Dreams Themselves Are Only Dreams.

Never Confide Your Secrets To Paper; It Is Like Throwing A Stone In The Air; And If You Know Who Throws The Stone, You Do Not Know Where It May Fall.

The Heart Is An Astrologer That Always Divines The Truth.

In This Treacherous World Nothing Is The Truth Nor A Lie. Everything Depends On The Color Of The Crystal Through Which One Sees It