To Be Happy, A Man Must Love

Doubt Follows White-winged Hope With Trembling Steps.

The Pleasures Of Love Proceed Successively From A Distich To A Quatrain, From A Quatrain To A Sonnet, From A Sonnet To A Ballad, From A Ballad To An Ode, From An Ode To A Cantata, And From A Cantata To A Dithyramb. A Husband Who Begins With The Dithyramb Is A Fool.

How Can We Explain The Perpetuity Of Envy--a Vice Which Yields No Return?

The Wounds Of Self-love Turn Incurable When The Oxide Of Self-love Gets Into Them.

A Courage Which Looks Easy & Yet Is Rare; The Courage Of A Teacher Repeating Day After Day The Same Lessons - The Least Rewarded Of All Forms Of Courage.