A Child Motivated By Competitive Ideals Will

Honesty Dies In Selling Itself.

Life Is A Slate Where All Our Sins Are Written; From Time To Time We Rub The Sponge Of Repentance Over It So We Can Begin Sinning Again.

I Would Rather Believe That God Did Not Exist Than Believe That He Was Indifferent.

Heavens! Whatever Possesses Us, Here Below, That We Mutually Torment Ourselves, Sourly Reproach Our Mutual Faults, And Mercilessly Condemn All That Is Not Cut According To Our Pattern?

Nature Distributes Her Favors Unequally.