Conscience Is God Present In

Dry Happiness Is Like Dry Bread. We Eat, But We Do Not Dine. I Wish For The Superfluous, For The Useless, For The Extravagant, For The Too Much, For That Which Is Not Good For Anything.

Revery, Which Is Thought In Its Nebulous State, Borders Closely Upon The Land Of Sleep, By Which It Is Bounded As By A Natural Frontier.

Sorrow Is A Fruit. God Does Not Make It Grow On Limbs Too Weak To Bear It.

Let Us Fear The Worst, But Work With Faith; The Best Will Always Take Care Of Itself.

Proverty And Wealth Are Comparative Sins.