Memories Beautify Life, But The Capacity To

Marriage Must Perforce Fight Against The All-devouring Monster Of Habit.

Love Is The Reduction Of The Universe To The Single Being, And The Expansion Of A Single Being, Even To God

The Union Of A Want And A Sentiment.

When One Has No Particular Talent For Anything, One Takes To The Pen.

We Cannot Confront Solitude Without Moral Resources.