I Believe In The Incomprehensibility Of God.

No Man Should Marry Until He Has Studied Anatomy And Dissected At Least One Woman.

One Can Imagine The Look The Two Lovers Exchanged; It Was Like A Flame, For Virtuous Lovers Have Not A Shred Of Hypocrisy.

Love, According To Our Contemporary Poets, Is A Privilege Which Two Beings Confer Upon One Another, Whereby They May Mutually Cause One Another Much Sorrow Over Absolutely Nothing.

The Day Will Dawn When Europe Will Believe Only In The Man Who Tramples Her Underfoot.

We Cannot Confront Solitude Without Moral Resources.