No One Makes A Revolution

No Human Creature Can Give Orders To Love.

I'm Beginning To Believe That There Are Angels Disguised As Men Who Pass Themselves Off As Such And Who Inhabit The Earth For A While To Console And Lift Up With Them Toward Heaven The Poor, Exhausted And Saddened Souls Who Were Ready To Perish Here Below.

Simplicity, A Delicate Silence About Oneself, Increases Their Worth And Makes One Love Those Whom One Admires.

The Smoke Of Glory Is Not Worth The Smoke Of A Pipe.

No One Makes A Revolution By Himself; And There Are Some Revolutions Which Humanity Accomplishes Without Quite Knowing How, Because It Is Everybody Who Takes Them In Hand.