The Woman-soul Leadeth Us Upward And On!

Nobody, They Say, Is A Hero To His Valet. Of Course; For A Man Must Be A Hero To Understand A Hero. The Valet, I Dare Say, Has Great Respect For Some Person Of His Own Stamp.

If There Is Confusion In Your Head And In Your Heart, What More Do You Want! A Man Who No Longer Loves And No Longer Errs Should Have Himself Buried Straight Away.

Publishers Are All Cohorts Of The Devil; There Must Be A Special Hell For Them Somewhere.

Our Mistakes And Failures Are Always The First To Strike Us, And Outweigh In Our Imagination What We Have Accomplished And Attained.

There Is Nothing In The World More Pitiable Than An Irresolute Man, Oscillating Between Two Feelings, Who Would Willingly Unite The Two And Who Does Not Perceive That Nothing Can Unite Them