The mystery of love is greater than the mystery of death. Women are made to be loved, not to be understood.
It is absurd to have a hard and fast rule about what one should read and what one shouldn’t. Moren than half of modern culture depends on what one shouldn’t read.
Women, as someone says, love with their ears, just as men love with their eyes, if they ever love at all.
It is better to be beautiful than to be good, but it is better to be good than to be ugly.
Nothing looks so like innocence as an indiscretion.
Misfortunes one can endure, they come from outside, they are accidents. But to suffer for one’s faults—ah! there is the sting of life.
Beauty is the only thing that time cannot harm. Philosophies fall away like sand, creeds follow one another, but what is beautiful is a joy for all seasons, a possession for all eternity.
It is absurd to have a hard and fast rule about what one should read and what one shouldn’t. Moren than half of modern culture depends on what one shouldn’t read.
Women, as someone says, love with their ears, just as men love with their eyes, if they ever love at all.
It is better to be beautiful than to be good, but it is better to be good than to be ugly.
Nothing looks so like innocence as an indiscretion.
Misfortunes one can endure, they come from outside, they are accidents. But to suffer for one’s faults—ah! there is the sting of life.
Beauty is the only thing that time cannot harm. Philosophies fall away like sand, creeds follow one another, but what is beautiful is a joy for all seasons, a possession for all eternity.
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