To Love The One Who

Proof That They Do Not Understand The Republic Is That In Their Fine Promises For Universal Suffrage, They Forgot Women.

Infidelity, Like Death, Admits Of No Degrees.

Treasures Are Not For Youth; At Twenty Years Of Age, One Does Not Know How To Be Rich, Or How To Be Loved.

Eternal Inner Peace Has To Be Cultivated Daily.

For Ages Happiness Has Been Represented As A Huge Precious Stone, Impossible To Find, Which People Seek For Hopelessly. It Is Not So; Happiness Is A Mosaic, Composed Of A Thousand Little Stones, Which Separately And Of Themselves Have Little Value, But Which United With Art Form A Graceful Design.