There Are Mountainous, Arduous Days,

She Was "a Woman Of Uncertain Age.

It Is Often Hard To Bear The Tears That We Ourselves Have Caused.

But Sometimes The Future Is Latent In Us Without Our Knowing It, And Our Supposedly Lying Words Foreshadow An Imminent Reality.

A Sort Of Egotistical Self-evaluation Is Unavoidable In Those Joys In Which Erudition And Art Mingle And In Which Aesthetic Pleasure May Become More Acute, But Not Remain As Pure.

Fashions, Being Themselves Begotten Of The Desire For Change, Are Quick To Change Also.