In Our Ideals We Unwittingly Reveal Our

On Tue Un Homme, On Est Un Assassin. On Tue Des Millions D'hommes, On Est Un Conquérant. On Les Tue Tous, On Est Un Dieu. Kill A Man, And You Are An Assassin. Kill Millions Of Men And You Are A Conqueror. Kill Everyone, And You Are A God.

Falsity Cannot Keep An Idea From Being Beautiful; There Are Certain Errors Of Such Ingenuity That One Could Regret Their Not Ranking Among The Achievements Of The Human Mind.

It Is Horrible To See Everything That One Detested In The Past Coming Back Wearing The Colors Of The Future.

There Are Moments When Very Little Truth Would Be Enough To Shape Opinion. One Might Be Hated At Extremely Low Cost.

There Are Some Persons We Could Not Cut Down To Size Without Diminishing Ourselves As Well.