There is a material advancement; we desire it. There is, also, a moral grandeur; we hold fast to it.

Happiness wishes everybody happy.

Here we stop. Upon the threshold of wedding nights stands an angel smiling, his finger on his lip.

Sacrificing the earth for paradise is giving up the substance for the shadow.

For prying into any human affairs, non are equal to those whom it does not concern.

I will be Chateaubriand or nothing.

One believes others will do what he will do to himself.