If I Speak, I Am Condemned. If

At A Certain Depth Of Distress, The Poor, In Their Stupor, Groan No Longer Over Evil, And Are No Longer Thankful For Good.

Without Vanity, Without Coquetry, Without Curiosity, In A Word, Without The Fall, Woman Would Not Be Woman. Much Of Her Grace Is In Her Frailty.

The Repose Of Darkness Is Deeper On The Water Than On The Land.

Perseverance, Secret Of All Triumphs.

Love Is The Salutation Of The Angel To The Stars