All Who Suffer Are Full Of Hatred;

When A Man Is Out Of Sight, It Is Not Too Long Before He Is Out Of Mind.

When Grace Combines With Wrinkles, It Is Admirable. There Is An Indescribable Light Of Dawn About Intensely Happy Old Age. . . . The Young Person Is Handsome, But The Old, Superb.

What Is History? An Echo Of The Past In The Future; A Reflex From The Future On The Past.

Music Is The Vapor Of Art. It Is To Poetry What Reverie Is To Thought, What Fluid Is To Solid, What The Ocean Of Clouds Is To The Ocean Of Waves.

I Like The Laughter That Opens The Lips And The Heart, Shows At The Same Time The Pearls And The Soul.