On Ne Sait Jamais! One Never Knows!

What Sets Men At Variance Is But The Treachery Of Language, For Always They Desire The Same Things.

Each Man Carries Within Him The Soul Of A Poet Who Died Young.

If You Want To Build A Ship, Teach The Men To Yearn For The Vast And Endless Sea.

Water, Thou Hast No Taste, No Color, No Odor; Canst Not Be Defined, Art Relished While Ever Mysterious. Not Necessary To Life, But Rather Life Itself, Thou Fillest Us With A Gratification That Exceeds The Delight Of The Senses.

Confuse Not Love With The Raptures Of Possession, Which Bring The Cruellest Of Sufferings. For, Notwithstanding The General Opinion, Love Does Not Cause Suffering: What Causes It Is The Sense Of Ownership, Which Is Love's Opposite.