Passions Are Merely Ideas In Their Initial

Happiness Comes The Way The Wind Blows.

He In His Madness Prays For Storms, And Dreams That Storms Will Bring Him Peace.

A Strange Thing, The Human Heart In General, And Woman's Heart In Particular.

When We Retire From The Conventions Of Society And Draw Close To Nature, We Involuntarily Become Children: Each Attribute Acquired By Experience Falls Away From The Soul, Which Becomes Anew Such As It Was Once And Will Surely Be Again.

I Was Born, So That The Whole World Could Be A Spectatorof My Triumph Or My Doom.