Youth Is Always Sure That Change Must

When Men Make Themselves Into Brutes It Is Just To Treat Them Like Brutes.

Love, Like Destiny, Loves Surprises.

Oh, The Soul Keeps Its Youth!

... How Poorly Do We Love Even Those Whom We Love Most! We Are Not Only Bruised By The Limitations Of Their Love For Us, But Also By The Limitations Of Our Own Love For Them.

The First Step Is What I Like To Be Sure Of ... To The Second Step It Often Binds You.