A Woman Without Breasts Is Like A

Suffering... We Owe To It All That Is Good In Us, All That Gives Value To Life; We Owe To It Pity, We Owe To It Courage, We Owe To It All The Virtues.

The Good Critic Is He Who Relates The Adventures Of His Soul Among Masterpieces.

If The Path Be Beautiful, Let Us Not Ask Where It Leads.

Religion Has Done Love A Great Service By Making It A Sin.

Silence Is The Wit Of Fools.