To Think Is Of Itself To Be

Curiosity Is One Of The Forms Of Feminine Bravery.

A Republic May Be Called The Climate Of Civilization.

Let Us Say It Now: To Be Blind And To Be Loved, Is Indeed, Upon This Earth Where Nothing Is Complete, One Of The Most Strangely Exquisite Forms Of Happiness.

To Die For Lack Of Love Is Horrible. The Asphyxia Of The Soul.

Memory Is A Gulf That A Word Can Move To Its Lowest Depths.