The Intellect Seeks, The Heart Finds.

Sorrow Makes Us Very Good Or Very Bad.

There Is Only One Sex. A Man And A Woman Are So Entirely The Same Thing That One Can Scarcely Understand The Subtle Reasons For Sex Distinctions With Which Our Minds Are Filled.

A Cigar Numbs Sorrow And Fills The Solitary Hours With A Million Gracious Images.

I'm Not Full Of Virtues And Noble Qualities. I Love, But I Love Strongly, Exclusive, Stedfasty.

The Publication Of A Book Only Brings Very Paltry Results To Its Author.