Loving Is Half Of Believing.

The Supreme Happiness Of Life Is The Conviction That We Are Loved.

There Are Things Stronger Than The Strongest Man.

Jean Prouvaire Was Timid Only In Repose. Once Excited, He Burst Forth, A Sort Of Mirth Accentuated His Enthusiasm, And He Was At Once Both Laughing And Lyric.

Not Ill? No Truly, I Am Young, Healthful, And Strong; The Blood Flows Freely In My Veins; My Limbs Obey My Will; I Am Robust In Mind And Body, Constituted For A Long Life. Yes, All This Is True; And Yet, Nevertheless, I Have An Illness, A Fatal Illness,-an Illness Given By The Hand Of Man!

Daring Is The Price Of Progress. All Splendid Conquests Are The Prize Of Boldness, More Or Less.