Nothing Is Irreparable In Politics.

Until The Day Of His Death No Man Can Be Sure Of His Courage.

The True Masters Of The Art Of Living Are Already Happy.

Love Is, Above All, The Gift Of Oneself.

Life Is Very Nice, But It Lacks Form. It's The Aim Of Art To Give It Some.

Tragedy Is Restful: And The Reason Is That Hope, That Foul, Deceitful Thing, Has No Part In It.