Prejudices Are The Props Of Civilization.

We Call "happiness" A Certain Set Of Circumstances That Makes Joy Possible. But We Call Joy That State Of Mind And Emotions That Needs Nothing To Feel Happy.

The Nationalist Has A Broad Hatred And A Narrow Love.

Life Never Presents Us With Anything Which May Not Be Looked Upon As A Fresh Starting Point, No Less Than As A Termination.

If Only We Could Lean Over The Soul We Love And See As In A Mirror The Image We Cast!

The Most Beautiful Things Are Those That Madness Prompts And Reason Writes.