I Have Lived In The Monster And

Man Has To Suffer. When He Has No Real Afflictions, He Invents Some.

Cultivo Una Rosa Blanca, En Julio Como En Enero, Para El Amigo Sincero Que Me Da Su Mano Franca. Y Para El Cruel Que Me Arranca El Corazon Con Que Vivo, Cardo Ni Oruga Cultivo Cultivo Una Rosa Blanca. I Have A White Rose To Tend In July As In January; I Give It To The True Friend Who Offers His Frank Hand To Me. And To The Cruel One Whose Blows Break The Heart By Which I Live, Thistle Nor Thorn Do I Give: For Him, Too, I Have A White Rose.

Every Human Being Has Within Him An Ideal Man, Just As Every Piece Of Marble Contains In A Rough State A Statue As Beautiful As The One That Praxiteles The Greek Made Of The God Apollo.

It Is Necessary To Make Virtue Fashionable.

Men Are Like The Stars; Some Generate Their Own Light While Others Reflect The Brilliance They Receive.