Who Cares About Great Marks Left Behind?

It So Difficult To Know What The People We Love Really Need.

Nobody Is Bound By Any Obligation Unless It Has First Been Freely Accepted.

Behind Everything We Feel, There Is Always A Sense Of Fear.

Sisterly Love Is, Of All Sentiments, The Most Abstract. Nature Does Not Grant It Any Functions.

Thought Itself Needs Words. It Runs On Them Like A Long Wire. And If It Loses The Habit Of Words, Little By Little It Becomes Shapeless, Somber.