I Will Be Chateaubriand Or Nothing.

At Least You Are Mine! Soon – In A Few Months, Perhaps, My Angel Will Sleep In My Arms, Will Awaken In My Arms, Will Live There. All Your Thought At All Moments, All Your Looks Will Be For Me; All My Thought, All My Moments, All My Looks Will Be For You!

The Saints Were His Friends, And Blessed Him; The Monsters Were His Friends, And Guarded Him.

During A Wise Man's Whole Life, His Destiny Holds His Philosophy In A State Of Siege.

The Supreme Happiness Of Life Is The Conviction That We Are Loved.

The Human Soul Has Still Greater Need Of The Ideal Than Of The Real. It Is By The Real That We Exist; It Is By The Ideal That We Live.