Modesty Is The Chastity Of Merit, The

To Love The One Who Loves You, To Admire The One Who Admires You, In A Word, To Be The Idol Of One's Idol, Is Exceeding The Limit Of Human Joy; It Is Stealing Fire From Heaven.

For Ages Happiness Has Been Represented As A Huge Precious Stone, Impossible To Find, Which People Seek For Hopelessly. It Is Not So; Happiness Is A Mosaic, Composed Of A Thousand Little Stones, Which Separately And Of Themselves Have Little Value, But Which United With Art Form A Graceful Design.

Modesty Is The Chastity Of Merit, The Virginity Of Noble Souls.

Business Is Other People's Money.

Proof That They Do Not Understand The Republic Is That In Their Fine Promises For Universal Suffrage, They Forgot Women.