How Can He Possibly Be Humble? He

A Brave Man, Whose Only Fault Was Being A Woman.

It Is My Conviction That Killing Under The Cloak Of War Is Nothing But An Act Of Murder.

This Is What The Painter, The Poet, The Speculative Philosopher, And The Natural Scientists Do, Each In His Own Fashion.

My Intellectual Development Was Retarded, As A Result Of Which I Began To Wonder About Space And Time Only When I Had Already Grown Up.

I Have Tried 99 Times And Have Failed, But On The 100th Time Came Success.