I Deeply Wished I Could

Experience Is The Name Men Give To Their Follies Or Their Sorrows.

Man Is A Pupil, Pain Is His Teacher.

Repartee Is Altogether A Natural Endowment, And Is The Lightning Of The Mind.

The Soft Contralto Notes Of A Woman's Voice Are Born In The Immediate Region Of The Heart.

Alas, Everything That Men Say To One Another Is Alike; The Ideas They Exchange Are Almost Always The Same, In Their Conversation. But Inside All Those Isolated Machines, What Hidden Recesses, What Secret Compartments! It Is An Entire World That Each One Carries Within Him, An Unknown World That Is Born And Dies In Silence! What Solitudes All These Human Bodies Are!