Music Fathoms The Sky.

Nations, Like Families, Have Great Men Only In Spite Of Themselves.

The World Only Goes Round By Misunderstanding.

It Is Unfortunately Very True That, Without Leisure And Money, Love Can Be No More Than An Orgy Of The Common Man. Instead Of Being A Sudden Impulse Full Of Ardor And Reverie, It Becomes A Distastefully Utilitarian Affair.

The Immense Appetite We Have For Biography Comes From A Deep-seated Sense Of Equality.

We Are Weighed Down, Every Moment, By The Conception And The Sensation Of Time. And There Are But Two Means Of Escaping And Forgetting This Nightmare: Pleasure And Work. Pleasure Consumes Us. Work Strengthens Us. Let Us Choose.