Sometimes Blood, For The Sake Of Sparing

Joy, When It Is Excessive, Overcomes As Much As Grief.

Disgrace Does Not Consist In The Punishment, But In The Crime.

The Talent Of Making Friends Is Not Equal To The Talent Of Doing Without Them.

There Is A Silence, The Child Of Love, Which Expresses Everything, And Proclaims More Loudly Than The Tongue Is Able To Do; There Are Movements That Are Involuntary Proofs Of What The Soul Feels.

Often The Test Of Courage Is Not To Die But To Live.