Man Works For An Object. Remove That

Who Does Not Love His Own Tongue Is Far Worse Than A Brute Or Stinking Fish.

The Glory Of Saving A Country Is Not For Him Who Has Contributed To Its Ruin.

It Is Enough For The Evil People To Succeed, For The Good People To Do Nothing.

She Was White, Perhaps Too White. Her Eyes, Which Were Almost Always Cast Down, When She Raised Them Testified To The Purest Of Souls, And When She Smiled, Revealing Her Small, White Teeth, One Might Be Tempted To Say That A Rose Is Merely A Plant, And Ivory Just An Elephant's Tusk.

Travel Is A Caprice In Childhood, A Passion In Youth, A Necessity In Manhood, And An Elegy In Old Age.