It Has Been Said That Love Robs

To Be Born In Imbecility, In The Midst Of Pain And Crisis; To Be The Plaything Of Ignorance, Error, Need, Sickness, Wickedness, And Passions; To Return Step By Step To Imbecility, From The Time Of Lisping To That Of Doting; To Live Among Knaves And Charlatans Of All Kinds; To Die Between One Man Who Takes Your Pulse And Another Who Troubles Your Head; Never To Know Where You Come From, Why You Come And Where You Are Going! That Is What Is Called The Most Important Gift Of Our Parents And Nature. Life.

Genius Is Present In Every Age, But The Men Carrying It Within Them Remain Benumbed Unless Extraordinary Events Occur To Heat Up And Melt The Mass So That It Flows Forth.

Which Is The Greater Merit, To Enlighten The Human Race, Which Remains Forever, Or To Save One's Fatherland, Which Is Perishable?

My Friend, You Should Blow Out Your Candle In Order To Find Your Way More Clearly.

What A Fine Comedy This World Would Be If One Did Not Play A Part In It.