You May Impose Silence Upon Me, But

It Is Love, Not Faith, That Moves Mountains.

...je N’ai Pas Cessé De L’être Si C’est D’être Jeune Que D’aimer Toujours !... L’humanité N’est Pas Un Vain Mot. Notre Vie Est Faite D’amour, Et Ne Plus Aimer C’est Ne Plus Vivre." (i Have Never Ceased To Be Young, If Being Young Is Always Loving... Humanity Is Not A Vain Word. Our Life Is Made Of Love, And To Love No Longer Is To Live No Longer.)

One Wastes So Much Time, One Is So Prodigal Of Life, At Twenty! Our Days Of Winter Count For Double. That Is The Compensation Of The Old.

I Needn't Tell You That Success And Failure Prove Nothing - The Whole Thing Is A Lottery. It's Pleasant To Succeed; But For A Philosophic Mind It Oughtn't To Be Very Upsetting To Fail.

It Is Sad, No Doubt, To Exhaust One's Strength And One's Days In Cleaving The Bosom Of This Jealous Earth, Which Compels Us To Wring From It The Treasures Of Its Fertility, When A Bit Of The Blackest And Coarsest Bread Is, At The End Of The Day's Work, The Sole Recompense And The Sole Profit Attaching To So Arduous A Toil.