Be The Flame, Not The

After All, A Beautiful Woman Without A Mind Of Her Own Leaves Her Lover With No Resource After He Had Physically Enjoyed Her Charms.

I Have Felt In My Very Blood, Ever Since I Was Born, A Most Unconquerable Hatred Towards The Whole Tribe Of Fools, And It Arises From The Fact That I Feel Myself A Blockhead Whenever I Am In Their Company.

Love Is A Great Poet, Its Resources Are Inexhaustible, But If The End It Has In View Is Not Obtained, It Feels Weary And Remains Silent.

I Have Always Loved Truth So Passionately That I Have Often Resorted To Lying As A Way Of Introducing It Into The Minds Which Were Ignorant Of Its Charms.

Those Who Do Not Love Life Do Not Deserve It.