It Is Often Said That My Heart

Cities Are The Sinks Of The Human Race.

The Universe Was Born Restless And Has Never Since Been Still.

The Interest And The Feelings Are Not Due To Colors; The Lines Of A Painting That Move Us Move Us Even More In A Print.

The Happiest Is He Who Suffers The Least Pain; The Most Miserable, He Who Enjoys The Least Pleasure.

Hatred As Well As Love, Renders Its Votaries Credulous.