A Brainiac Notices Everything, An Ignoramus Comments

Life Is The Greatest Of Blessings And Death The Worst Of Evils.... All Great, Powerful Souls Love Life.

Pretty Women Without Religion Are Like Flowers Without Perfume.

Ich Glaube Sogar, Durch Leidensk A« Mpfe K O« Nnten Dietiere Zu Menschen Werden. I Believe That By Suffering Even Animals Could Be Made Human.

Poverty Sits By The Cradle Of All Our Great Men And Rocks All Of Them To Manhood.

Nature, Like A True Poet, Abhors Abrupt Transitions.