Suicide Is A Privilege Of Man Which

Home Is Where The Heart Is.

To Laugh, If But For An Instant Only, Has Never Been Granted To Man Before The Fortieth Day From His Birth, And Then It Is Looked Upon As A Miracle Of Precocity.

Nature Is To Be Found In Her Entirety Nowhere More Than In Her Smallest Creatures.

True Happiness Consists In Being Considered Deserving Of It.

Hope Is The Pillar That Holds Up The World. Hope Is The Dream Of A Waking Man.