It Is Only In Adventure That Some

Whoever Starts Out Toward The Unknown Must Consent To Venture Alone.

At Times Is It Seems That I Am Living My Life Backward, And That At The Approach Of Old Age My Real Youth Will Begin. My Soul Was Born Covered With Wrinkles. Wrinkles My Ancestors And Parents Most Assiduously Put There And That I Had The Greatest Trouble Removing.

The Loveliest Creations Of Men Are Persistently Painful. What Would Be The Description Of Happiness? Nothing, Except What Prepares And Then What Destroys It.

I Prefer Granting With A Good Grace What I Know I Shan't Be Able To Prevent.

Nothing Excellent Can Be Done Without Leisure.