Music Is The Vapor Of Art. It

Kings Are For Nations In Their Swaddling-clothes: France Has Attained Her Majority.

To Love Or Have Loved Is All-sufficing. We Must Not Ask For More. No Other Pearl Is To Be Found In The Shadowfolds Of Life. To Love Is An Accomplishment.

Greater Than The Tread Of Mighty Armies Is An Idea Whose Time Has Come.

If It Were (is It Not) Outrageous That Society Should Treat With Such Rigid Precision Those Of Its Members Who Were Most Poorly Endowed In The Distribution Or Wealth That Chance Had Made, And Who Were, Therefore, Most Worthy Of Indulgence.

To Die For Lack Of Love Is Horrible. The Asphyxia Of The Soul.