The Malicious Have A Dark Happiness.

She Loved With So Much Passion As She Loved With Ignorance. She Did Not Know Whether It Were Good Or Evil, Beneficent Or Dangerous, Necessary Or Accidental, Eternal Or Transitory, Permitted Or Prohibited: She Loved.

If Nobody Loved, The Sun Would Go Out.

If A Writer Wrote Merely For His Time, I Would Have To Break My Pen And Throw It Away.

One Sees Qualities At A Distance And Defects At Close Range.

Human Society, The World, And The Whole Of Mankind Is To Be Found In The Alphabet.