Whatever Causes Night In Our

God Has Made The Cat To Give Man The Pleasure Of Caressing The Tiger.

Woe, Alas, To Those Who Have Loved Only Bodies, Forms, Appearances! Death Will Rob Them Of Everything. Try To Love Souls, You Will Find Them Again.

Every Step Which The Intelligence Of Europe Has Taken Has Been In Spite Of The Clerical Party.

O Youth! Thou Often Tearest Thy Wings Against The Thorns Of Voluptuousness.

Every Good Quality Runs Into A Defect; Economy Borders On Avarice, The Generous Are Not Far From The Prodigal, The Brave Man Is Close To The Bully; He Who Is Very Pious Is Slightly Sanctimonious; There Are Just As Many Vices To Virtue As There Are Holes In The Mantle Of Diogenes.