To Love Another Person Is To See

The Sadness Which Reigned Everywhere Was But An Excuse For Unfailing Kindness.

The Peasants Of The Asturias Believe That In Every Litter Of Wolves There Is One Pup That Is Killed By The Mother For Fear That On Growing Up It Would Devour The Other Little Ones.

Thought Is The Work Of The Intellect, Reverie Is Its Self-indulgence. To Substitute Day-dreaming For Thought Is To Confuse A Poison With A Source Of Nourishment.

We Are Reassured Almost As Foolishly As We Are Alarmed; Human Nature Is So Constituted.

God Has Made The Cat To Give Man The Pleasure Of Caressing The Tiger.