The More One Judges, The Less One

Nos Beaux Sentiments Ne Sont-ils Pas Les Poe Sies De La Volonte ? Aren't Our Best Feelings Poetry Of The Will?

It Is Not Hope But Despair That Gives Us The Measure Of Our Ambitions. We May Yield Secretly To Beautiful Poems Of Hope But Grief Looms Start And Stripped Of All Veils.

Isn't It Really Quite Extraordinary To See That, Since Man Took His First Step, No One Has Asked Himself Why He Walks, How He Walks, If He Has Ever Walked, If He Could Walk Better, What He Achieves In Walking .. Questions That Are Tied To All The Philosophical, Psychological, And Political Systems Which Preoccupy The World.

Does Anyone Know Where These Gondolas Of Paris Come From? [fr., Ne Sait On Pas Ou Viennent Ces Gondoles Parisiennes?]

The Fact Is That Love Is Of Two Kinds, One Which Commands, And One Which Obeys. The Two Are Quite Distinct, And The Passion To Which The One Gives Rise Is Not The Passion Of The Other.