If A Writer Wrote Merely For His

Night And The Day, When United, Bring Forth The Beautiful Light.

Nothing Awakens Reminiscence Like An Aroma.

To Have Lied Is To Have Suffered.

To Rove About, Musing, That Is To Say Loitering, Is, For A Philosopher, A Good Way Of Spending Time.

The Greatest Happiness Of Life Is The Conviction That We Are Loved; Loved For Ourselves, Or Rather, Loved In Spite Of Ourselves.