To Think Of Shadows Is A Serious

Look Not At The Face, Young Girl, Look At The Heart. The Heart Of A Handsome Young Man Is Often Deformed. There Are Hearts In Which Love Does Not Keep. Young Girl, The Pine Is Not Beautiful; It Is Not Beautiful Like The Poplar, But It Keeps Its Foliage In Winter.

Greater Than The Tread Of Mighty Armies Is An Idea Whose Time Has Come.

The Wise Man Is He Who Knows When And How To Stop

Women Play With Their Beauty As Children Do With Their Knives. They Wound Themselves With It.

I Am An Intelligent River Which Has Reflected Successively All The Banks Before Which It Has Flowed By Meditating Only On The Images Offered By Those Changing Shores.