We Are All Under Sentence

Every Man Is A Book In Which God Himself Writes.

She Had Had Sweet Dreams, Which Possibly Arose From The Fact That Her Little Bed Was Very White.

To Meditate Is To Labour; To Think Is To Act.

When God Desires To Destroy A Thing, He Entrusts Its Destruction To The Thing Itself. Every Bad Institution Of This World Ends By Suicide.

Not Seeing People Permits Us To Imagine Them With Every Perfection.