Never Cut What You Can Untie.

Eyes Raised Toward Heaven Are Always Beautiful, Whatever They Be.

Reason Is A Bee, And Exists Only On What It Makes; His Usefulness Takes The Place Of Beauty.

Nothing Which Does Not Transport Is Poetry. The Lyre Is A Winged Instrument.

We Should Make Ourselves Loved, For Men Are Only Just Towards Those Whom They Love.

The Soul That Is The Abode Of Chastity Acquires An Energy Which Enables Her To Surmount With Ease The Obstacles That Lie Along The Path Of Duty.