The Mind Of A Human

Love Is A Great Poet, Its Resources Are Inexhaustible, But If The End It Has In View Is Not Obtained, It Feels Weary And Remains Silent.

We Avenge Intellect When We Dupe A Fool, And It Is A Victory Not To Be Despised For A Fool Is Covered With Steel And It Is Often Very Hard To Find His Vulnerable Part.

There Is No Honest Woman With An Uncorrupted Heart Whom A Man Is Not Sure Of Conquering By Dint Of Gratitude. It Is One Of The Surest And Shortest Means.

The Raging Fire Which Urged Us On Was Scorching Us; It Would Have Burned Us Had We Failed To Restrain It.

We Love Without Heeding Reason, And Cease To Love In The Same Manner.