Go To Sleep In Peace. God Is

My Greatness Does Not Extend To This Shelf.

One Of The Hardest Labours Of The Just Man Is To Expunge From His Soul A Malevolence Which It Is Difficult To Efface.

The Quantity Of Civilization Is Measured By The Quality Of Imagination.

I Repeat, Whether We Be Italians Or Frenchmen, Misery Concerns Us All.

In Joined Hands There Is Still Some Token Of Hope, In The Clenched Fist None.