All The World Knows Me In My

Judgement Holds In Me A Magisterial Seat, At Least It Carefully Tries To. It Lets My Feelings Go Their Way, Both Hatred And Friendship, Even The Friendship I Bear Myself, Without Being Changed And Corrupted By Them.

It Is Very Easy To Accuse A Government Of Imperfection, For All Mortal Things Are Full Of It.

A Person Is Bound To Lose When He Talks About Himself; If He Belittles Himself, He Is Believed; If He Praises Himself, He Isn't Believed.

The Beautiful Souls Are They That Are Universal, Open, And Ready For All Things.

Every Man Carries The Entire Form Of Human Condition.