Our Wine Is Bitter, But It Is

Man Is A Living Duty, A Depository Of Powers That He Must Not Leave In A Brute State. Man Is A Wing.

Other Famous Men, Those Of Much Talk And Few Deeds, Soon Evaporate. Action Is The Dignity Of Greatness.

I Know That When The World Surrenders, Pallid, To Repose, The Murmur Of A Tranquil Stream Through The Deep Silence Flows.

Man Loves Liberty, Even If He Does Not Know That He Loves It. He Is Driven By It And Flees From Where It Does Not Exist.

Habit Creates The Appearance Of Justice; Progress Has No Greater Enemy Than Habit.