It Is Easy To Promise, And Alas!

Nothing Is A Sin When You Obey The Orders Of A Priest

Happiness May Have But One Night, As Glory But One Day.

It Is Easy To Promise, And Alas! How Easy To Forget!

I Could Not Clearly Distinguish What Was Passing In My Head; It Seemed To Me That I Was Under The Influence Of A Horrible Dream And That I Had But To Awake To Find Myself Cured; At Times It Seemed That My Entire Life Had Been A Dream, Ridiculous And Childish, The Falseness Of Which Had Just Been Disclosed.

The Soft Contralto Notes Of A Woman's Voice Are Born In The Immediate Region Of The Heart.