Habit Is The Nursery Of Errors.

To Be Perfectly Happy It Does Not Suffice To Possess Happiness, It Is Necessary To Have Deserved It.

A Few Feet Under The Ground Reigns So Profound A Silence, And Yet So Much Tumult On The Surface!

To Pay Compliments To The One We Love Is The First Method Of Caressing, A Demi-audacity Venturing. A Compliment Is Something Like A Kiss Through A Veil.

The Wicked Envy And Hate; It Is Their Way Of Admiring.

The Saints Were His Friends, And Blessed Him; The Monsters Were His Friends, And Guarded Him.