Please Do Not Understand Me

Fish Die Belly Upward, And Rise To The Surface. Its Their Way Of Falling.

Those Who Have Never Been Ill Are Incapable Of Real Sympathy For A Great Many Misfortunes

The Belief That Becomes Truth For Me... Is That Which Allows Me The Best Use Of My Strength, The Best Means Of Putting My Virtues Into Action.

What Would There Be In A Story Of Happiness? Only What Prepares It, Only What Destroys It Can Be Told.

In Order To Judge Properly, One Must Get Away Somewhat From What One Is Judging, After Having Loved It. This Is True Of Countries, Of Persons, And Of Oneself.