O Heart! Love Is Thy Bane And

Art Belongs To All Times And To All Countries; Its Special Benefit Is Precisely To Be Still Living When Everything Else Seems Dying; That Is Why Providence Shields It From Too Personal Or Too General Passions, And Grants It A Patient And Persevering Organization, Durable Sensibility, And The Contemplative Sense In Which Lies Invincible Faith.

A Cigar Numbs Sorrow And Fills The Solitary Hours With A Million Gracious Images.

Admiration And Familiarity Are Strangers.

Discouragement Seizes Us Only When We Can No Longer Count On Chance.

No One Makes A Revolution By Himself.