Glory Is A Poison, Good To Be

I Believe In The Incomprehensibility Of God.

The Day Will Dawn When Europe Will Believe Only In The Man Who Tramples Her Underfoot.

Mud, Raised By Hurricanes, Wells Up In The Noblest And Purest Of Hearts.

Love And Work Have The Virtues Of Making A Man Pretty Indifferent To Anything Else.

Numbers Are Intellectual Witnesses That Belong Only To Mankind.