A joyous little creature, so beautiful, It was as if a gate of Heaven opened as she came in.

Symmetry is ennui, and ennui is the very essence of grief and melancholy. Despair yawns.

To think of shadows is a serious thing.

Our acts make or mar us, we are the children of our own deeds.

The author creates a book and the people accept or not accept it. The creator of a book is an author and the creator of it`s fate are people.

Let us fear ourselves. Prejudices are the real robbers; vices are the real murderers. The great dangers lie within ourselves.

He had not yet lived long enough to have discovered that nothing is more close at hand then the impossible, and that what must be looked for is always the unforeseen.