The Finest Words In The

The Heart Errs Like The Head; Its Errors Are Not Any The Less Fatal, And We Have More Trouble Getting Free Of Them Because Of Their Sweetness.

Existence Would Be Intolerable If We Were Never To Dream.

Irony Is The Gaiety Of Reflection And The Joy Of Wisdom.

We Live Between Two Dense Clouds; The Forgetting Of What Was And The Uncertainty Of What Will Be.

Christianity Has Done A Great Deal For Love By Making A Sin Of It.