Memory Is What Makes Us Young Or

Few Persons Enjoy Real Liberty; We Are All Slaves To Ideas Or Habits.

Great Artists Have No Country.

Perfection Does Not Exist; To Understand It Is The Triumph Of Human Intelligence; To Expect To Possess It Is The Most Dangerous Kind Of Madness.

Man Is A Pupil, Pain Is His Teacher.

... But One Loves, And When One Is On The Brink Of Death, One Turns Around To Look Backward, And One Says To Oneself: "i Have Often Suffered, I Have Sometimes Been Wrong, But I Have Loved.