Envy Lurks At The Bottom Of The

A Jealous Husband Doesnt Doubt His Wife, But Himself.

Nos Beaux Sentiments Ne Sont-ils Pas Les Poe Sies De La Volonte ? Aren't Our Best Feelings Poetry Of The Will?

Death Is As Unexpected In His Caprice As A Courtesan In Her Disdain; But Death Is Truer – Death Has Never Forsaken Any Man

No Society Is Complete Without Some Victim, A Creature To Pity, To Jeer At, To Scorn Or To Protect.

A Beautiful Book Is A Victory Won In All The Battlefields Of Human Thought.