Prayer Is An August Avowal Of Ignorance.

There Is Always More Misery Among The Lower Classes Than There Is Humanity In The Higher.

Dry Happiness Is Like Dry Bread. We Eat, But We Do Not Dine. I Wish For The Superfluous, For The Useless, For The Extravagant, For The Too Much, For That Which Is Not Good For Anything.

To Love Is The Half Of To Believe.

Winter Is On My Head, But Eternal Spring Is In My Heart.

Women Play With Their Beauty As Children Do With Their Knives. They Wound Themselves With It.