Great Artists Have No Country.

Taxes Are A Universal Burden In Moral As Well As In Civil Life. There Is Not A Pleasure, Social Or Otherwise, Which Is Not Assessed By Fate At Its Full Value!

Life Is A Sleep, Love Is A Dream; And You Have Lived If You Have Loved.

The Life Of A Devotee Is A Crusade Of Which The Heart Is The Holy Land.

It Was One Of Those Somber Evenings When The Sighing Of The Wind Resembles The Moans Of A Dying Man; A Storm Was Brewing, And Between The Splashes Of Rain On The Windows There Was The Silence Of Death. All Nature Suffers In Such Moments; The Trees Writhe In Pain And Twist Their Heads; The Birds Of The Fields Cower Under The Bushes; The Streets Of Cities Are Deserted.

There Are Temptations More Attractive Than Angels. Liberty, Patriotism, The Good Of Humanity – Words Like That Are The Silver Scales Of The Tempter’s Flaming Wings