During The Great Storms Of

I Believe In The Incomprehensibility Of God.

Time Is The Only Capital Of Those Who Just Have Their Inteligence As Fortune.

Misfortune, No Less Than Happiness, Inspires Us To Dream.

Give To A Wounded Heart Seclusion; Consolation Nor Reason Ever Effected Anything In Such A Case.

The Press Is Like A Woman: Sublime When It Lies, It Will Not Let Go Until It Has Forced You To Believe It. The Public, Like A Foolish Husband, Always Succumbs.