The Society Of Women Is The Element

I Am Proud Of My Heart Alone, It Is The Sole Source Of Everything, All Our Strenght, Happiness & Misery. All The Knowledge I Possess Everyone Else Can Acquire, But My Heart Is All My Own

I Make Presents To The Mother But Think Of The Daughter.

What Is My Life If I Am No Longer Useful To Others.

Man's Restlessness Makes Him Strive.

Enjoy What You Can, Endure What You Must.