Hatred, In The Course Of

There Is No Such Thing As Destiny. We Ourselves Shape Our Lives.

Love Is A Great Poet, Its Resources Are Inexhaustible, But If The End It Has In View Is Not Obtained, It Feels Weary And Remains Silent.

Man Is Free, But His Freedom Ceases When He Has No Faith In It; And The Greater Power He Ascribes To Faith, The More He Deprives Himself Of That Power Which God Has Given To Him When He Endowed Him With The Gift Of Reason.

I Am Writing My Life To Laugh At Myself, And I Am Succeeding.

[matrimony] Is The Grave Of Love.