And the marvellous rose became crimson, like the rose of the eastern sky. Crimson was the girdle of petals, and crimson as a ruby was the heart
I have put my talent into writing, my genius I have saved for living.
Women are a decorative sex. They never have anything to say, but they say it charmingly
Philosophy teaches us to bear with equanimity the misfortunes of others.
The world is a stage, but the play is badly cast.
Religions die when they are proved to be true. Science is the record of dead religions.