Modesty Was Made For The Ugly.

Eyes So Transparent That Through Them The Soul Is Seen.

Sometimes He Will Sit On The Carpet In Front Of You, Looking At You With Eyes So Melting, So Caressing And So Human, That They Almost Frighten You, For It Is Impossible To Believe That A Soul Is Not There.

Whatever May Have Been Said Of The Satiety Of Pleasure And Of The Disgust Which Usually Follows Passion, Any Man Who Has Anything Of A Heart And Who Is Not Wretchedly And Hopelessly Blasé Feels His Love Increased By His Happiness, And Very Often The Best Way To Retain A Lover Ready To Leave Is To Give One's Self Up To Him Without Reserve.

To Love Is To Admire With The Heart; To Admire Is To Love With The Mind.

You Do Not Become A Critic Until It Has Been Completely Established To Your Own Satisfaction That You Cannot Be A Poet.