Sometimes In Life Situations Develop That Only

The Hunger For Applause Is The Source For All Conscious Literature And Heroism

Few Know How To Be Old.

The More We Love, The Nearer We Are To Hate.

No Man Deserves To Be Praised For His Goodness, Who Has It Not In His Power To Be Wicked. Goodness Without That Power Is Generally Nothing More Than Sloth, Or An Impotence Of Will.

The Desire To Seem Clever Often Keeps Us From Being So.