Delusive Hope Still Points To Distant Good.

How Base A Thing It Is When A Man Will Struggle With Necessity! We Have To Die.

Fortune Always Will Confer An Aura Of Worth, Unworthily; And In This World The Lucky Person Passes For A Genius.

If All Men Saw The Fair And Wise The Same Men Would Not Have Debaters' Double Strife.

The Worst, The Least Curable Hatred Is That Which Has Superseded Deep Love.

I Think It Makes Small Difference To The Dead, If They Are Buried In The Tokens Of Luxury. All That Is An Empty Glorification Left For Those Who Live.