It Is By Believing In Roses That

The Duty Of Literature Is To Note What Counts, And To Light Up What Is Suited To The Light. If It Ceases To Choose And To Love, It Becomes Like A Woman Who Gives Herself Without Preference.

You Think You Are Dying For Your Country; You Die For The Industrialists.

Lovers Who Love Truly Do Not Write Down Their Happiness.

Custom Alone Regulates Morals.

Existence Would Be Intolerable If We Were Never To Dream.