Chance works for us when we are good captains.

But O the truth, the truth. The many eyes That look on it The diverse things they see.

A house with a great wine stored below lives in our imagination as a joyful house, fast and splendidly rooted in the soil.

Prepare, You lovers, to know Love a thing of moods: Not like hard life, of laws.

Faith works miracles. At least it allows time for them.

Among the Diaries beginning with the second quarter of our century, there is frequent mention of a lady then becoming famous for her beauty and her wit: "an unusual combination," in the deliberate syllables of one of the writers, who is, however, not disposed to personal irony when speaking of her.

The future not being born, my friend, we will abstain from baptizing it.