Memory Is A Gulf That A Word

Our Mind Is Enriched By What We Receive, Our Heart By What We Give.

Let Us Fear Ourselves. Prejudices Are The Real Robbers; Vices Are The Real Murderers. The Great Dangers Lie Within Ourselves.

He Reached For His Pocket, And Found There, Only Reality

Does Not Beauty Confer A Benefit Upon Us, Even By The Simple Fact Of Being Beautiful?

It Is The End. But Of What? The End Of France? No. The End Of Kings? Yes.