He Who Best Knows The

A Woman Filled With Faith In The One She Loves Is The Creation Of A Novelist's Imagination.

Nothing Is As Heady As The Wine Of Misfortune.

Misfortune Makes Of Certain Souls A Vast Desert Through Which Rings The Voice Of God.

Hatred Like Love Feeds On The Merest Trifles. Everything Adds To It. Just As The Being We Love Can Do No Wrong, So The One We Hate Can Do No Right.

Man Can Start With Aversion And End With Love, But If He Begins With Love And Comes Round To Aversion He Will Never Get Back To Love.