I Am For Religion, Against Religions.

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

The Soul Has Illusions As The Bird Has Wings: It Is Supported By Them.

A Mother's Arms Are Made Of Tenderness And Children Sleep Soundly In Them.

The Day That A Woman Who Is Passing Before You Sheds A Light Upon You As She Goes, You Are Lost, You Love. You Have Then But One Thing To Do: To Think Of Her So Earnestly That She Will Be Compelled To Think Of You.

It Is The Peculiarity Of Grief To Bring Out The Childish Side Of Man.