The Thing Is To Dazzle

Hatred, In The Course Of Time, Kills The Unhappy Wretch Who Delights In Nursing It In His Bosom.

Hope Is Nothing But A Deceitful Flatterer Accepted By Reason Only Because It Is Often In Need Of Palliatives.

The Sweetest Pleasures Are Those Which Are Hardest To Be Won.

Give Me A Man Who Is Man Enough To Give Himself Just To The Woman Who Is Worth Him. If That Woman Were Me,i Would Love Him Alone And Forever

I Know That I Have Lived Because I Have Felt, And, Feeling Giving Me The Knowledge Of My Existence.