It Is Always Brave To Say What

The Man Who Has Entered Into A Beautiful Union Is Sure Of At Least One Person To Whom He Can Give The Best That He Possesses.

We Do Not Know The True Value Of Our Moments Until They Have Undergone The Test Of Memory.

In The Beds Which The Piety Of The Public Has Prepared On Every Side, Stricken Men Await The Verdict Of Fate.

I Have Too Much Respect For The Idea Of God To Make It Responsible For Such An Absurd World.

We Do Not Know The True Value Of Our Moments Until They Have Undergone The Test Of Memory. Like The Images The Photographer Plunges Into A Golden Bath, Our Sentiments Take On Color; And Only Then, After That Recoil And That Trans-figuration, Do We Understand Their Real Meaning And Enjoy Them In All Their Tranquil Splendor.