Chance Is The Pseudonym God Uses When

The Heart Errs Like The Head; Its Errors Are Not Any The Less Fatal, And We Have More Trouble Getting Free Of Them Because Of Their Sweetness.

To Accomplish Great Things, We Must Not Only Act, But Also Dream; Not Only Plan, But Also Believe.

Chance Is Perhaps The Pseudonym Of God When He Did Not Want To Sign.

Irony Is The Gaiety Of Reflection And The Joy Of Wisdom.

The Duty Of Literature Is To Note What Counts, And To Light Up What Is Suited To The Light. If It Ceases To Choose And To Love, It Becomes Like A Woman Who Gives Herself Without Preference.