There Comes In All Our Lives A

We Must Never Be Afraid To Go Too Far, For Truth Lies Beyond.

Masterpieces Are No More Than The Shipwrecked Flotsam Of Great Minds.

Everything That Seems Imperishable Tends To Extinguishment.

It Is Comforting When One Has A Sorrow To Lie In The Warmth Of One's Bed And There, Abandoning All Effort And All Resistance, To Bury Even One's Head Under The Cover, Giving One's Self Up To It Completely, Moaning Like Branches In The Autumn Wind. But There Is Still A Better Bed, Full Of Divine Odors. It Is Our Sweet, Our Profound, Our Impenetrable Friendship.

A Doctor Who Doesn't Say Too Many Foolish Things Is A Patient Half-cured.