Life Is A Deep Sleep Of Which

There Is No Worse Sorrow Than Remembering Happiness In The Day Of Sorrow.

Great Artists Have No Country.

What A Frightful Weapon Is Human Thought! It Is Our Defense And Our Safeguard, The Most Precious Gift That God Has Made Us. It Is Ours And It Obeys Us; We May Launch It Forth Into Space, But, Once Outside Of Our Feeble Brains, It Is Gone; We Can No Longer Control It.

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

A Happy Memory Is Perhaps On This Earth Truer Than Happiness Itself.