The Impossible Is Justified By The Fact

Misfortune Makes Of Certain Souls A Vast Desert Through Which Rings The Voice Of God.

Virtue, Perhaps, Is Nothing More Than Politeness Of Soul.

What Patient Can Trust The Knowledge Of A Physician Without Reputation Or Furniture, In A Period When Publicity Is All-powerful And When The Government Gilds The Lamp Posts On The Place De La Concorde In Order To Dazzle The Poor?

Love Is A Game In Which One Always Cheats.

You Cannot Pluck Love Out Of Your Heart As You Would Pull A Tooth.