One Completely Overcomes Only What One Assimilates.

Oh, Would That My Mind Could Let Fall Its Dead Ideas, As The Tree Does Its Withered Leaves! And Without Too Many Regrets, If Possible! Those From Which The Sap Has Withdrawn. But, Good Lord, What Beautiful Colors!

It Is Often So: The Harder It Is To Hear, The More A Truth Is Worth Saying.

He Who Wants A Rose Must Respect Her Thorn.

What I Dislike Least In My Former Self Are The Moments Of Prayer.

I Believe That In Every Circumstance I Have Been Able To See Rather Clearly The Most Advantageous Course I Could Follow, Which Is Very Rarely The One I Did Follow.