No Person Is Important Enough To Make

Lies Exist Only To Be Extinguished.

Intellect Is The Soul Of Man, The Only Immortal Part Of Him.

In Idleness There Is A Perpetual Despair.

One Is Weary Of Hearing About The Omnipotence Of Money. I Will Say Rather That, For A Genuine Man, It Is Not Evil To Be Poor.

Hardened Round Us, Encasing Wholly Every Notion We Form Is A Wrapping Of Traditions, Hearsay's, And Mere Words.