A Dream Is A Creation Of The

Reality Is A Prison, Where One Vegetates And Always Will.

Woman Gives Herself As A Prize To The Weak And As A Prop To The Strong And No Man Ever Has What He Should.

All Our "most Sacred Affections " Are Merely Prosaic Habit.

Perfect Behaviour Is Born Of Complete Indifference.

The Man Who Cannot Live With Charity, Sharing Other Men's Pain, Is Punished By Feeling His Own With Intolerable Anguish.