Love Is The Final End Of The

Many Books Are Longer Than They Seem. They Have Indeed No End. The Boredom That They Cause Is Truly Absolute And Infinite.

We Are More Closely Connected To The Invisible Than To The Visible.

Life Must Not Be A Novel That Is Given To Us, But One That Is Made By Us.

Every Beloved Object Is The Center Point Of A Paradise.

In Cheerful Souls There Is No Wit. Wit Shows A Disturbance Of The Equipoise.