The Aim Of Art Is Almost Divine:

Adversity Makes Men, And Prosperity Makes Monsters.

God Will Reward You,' He Said. 'you Must Be An Angel Since You Care For Flowers.

To Pay Compliments To The One We Love Is The First Method Of Caressing, A Demi-audacity Venturing. A Compliment Is Something Like A Kiss Through A Veil.

[t]he Small Is Great, The Great Is Small; All Is In Equilibrium In Necessity.

There Is Such A Thing As The Pressure Of Darkness.