In Women Everything Is Heart, Even The

Art Is Indeed Not The Bread But The Wine Of Life.

People Will Not Bear It When Advice Is Violently Given, Even If It Is Well Founded. Hearts Are Flowers; They Remain Open To The Softly Falling Dew, But Shut Up In The Violent Downpour Of Rain.

Humanity Is Never So Beautiful As When Praying For Forgiveness, Or Else Forgiving Another.

Passion Makes The Best Observations And The Sorriest Conclusions.

We Learn Our Virtues From Our Friends Who Love Us; Our Faults From The Enemy Who Hates Us. We Cannot Easily Discover Our Real Character From A Friend. He Is A Mirror, On Which The Warmth Of Our Breath Impedes The Clearness Of The Reflection.