I Count Only The Hours That Are

In The World Which We Know, Among The Different And Primitive Geniuses That Preside Over The Evolution Of The Several Species, There Exists Not One, Excepting That Of The Dog, That Ever Gave A Thought To The Presence Of Man.

I Have Never For One Instant Seen Clearly Within Myself. How Then Would You Have Me Judge The Deeds Of Others?

Every Year, In November, At The Season That Follows The Hour Of The Dead, The Crowning And Majestic Hours Of Autumn, I Go To Visit The Chrysanthemums ... They Are Indeed, The Most Universal, The Most Diverse Of Flowers.

Happiness Is Rarely Absent; It Is We That Know Not Of Its Presence.

No Great Inner Event Befalls Those Who Summon It Not