O Youth! Thou Often Tearest Thy Wings

If We Must Suffer, Let Us Suffer Nobly.

Nothing Is More Imminent Than The Impossible . . . What We Must Always Foresee Is The Unforeseen.

No One Knows Like A Woman How To Say Things Which Are At Once Gentle And Deep.

The Reduction Of The Universe To The Compass Of A Single Being, And The Extension Of A Single Being Until It Reaches God - That Is Love. Love Is The Salute Of The Angels To The Stars. How Sad Is The Heart When Rendered Sad By Love! How Great Is The Void Created By The Absence Of The Being Who Alone Fills The World.

Virtue Has A Veil, Vice A Mask.