The Life Of Great Geniuses Is Nothing

Women Love Always: When Earth Slips From Them, They Take Refuge In Heaven.

One Is Happy As A Result Of One's Own Efforts, Once One Knows Of The Necessary Ingredients Of Happiness-simple Tastes, A Certain Degree Of Courage, Self-denial To A Point, Love Of Work, And, Above All, A Clear Conscience. Happiness Is No Vague Dream, Of That I Now Feel Certain.

The Old Woman I Shall Become Will Be Quite Different From The Woman I Am Now. Another I Is Beginning.

Ever Since Time Began The World Has Seemed Stupid To Those Who Aren't Stupid Themselves. It Was To Avoid That Annoyance That I Became Stupid Myself, As Fast As Ever I Could. Sheer Egoism, No Doubt.

He Who Draws Noble Delights From Sentiments Of Poetry Is A True Poet, Though He Has Never Written A Line In All His Life.