Misfortune Does Not Help Us To Believe.

Unfortunates, Who Ought To Begin With God, Do Not Have Any Hope In Him Till They Have Exhausted All Other Means Of Deliverance.

Often We Pass Beside Happiness Without Seeing It, Without Looking At It, Or Even If We Have Seen And Looked At It, Without Recognizing It.

The Hungry Men Were Seen, Followed By Their Valets, Roaming The Quais And Guards' Quarters; Gleaning From Their Outside Friends All The Dinners They Could Find; For, According To Aramis, In Prosperity One Should Sow Meals Right And Left, In Order To Harvest Some In Adversity.

Nothing Makes Time Pass Or Shortens The Way Like A Thought That Absorbs In Itself All The Faculties Of The One Who Is Thinking. External Existence Is Then Like A Sleep Of Which This Thought Is The Dream. Under Its Influence, Time Has No More Measure, Space Has No More Distance.

So Rapid Is The Flight Of Our Dreams Upon The Wings Of Imagination.