The Appetite Is Sharpened By The First

Genius Has No Country. It Blossoms Everywhere. Genius Is Like The Light, The Air. It Is The Heritage Of All.

The Tyranny Of Some Is Possible Only Through The Cowardice Of Others.

Friar! What A Strange Name. I Don't Remember Having Created Such A Thing!

Who Does Not Love His Own Tongue Is Far Worse Than A Brute Or Stinking Fish.

But Because Their Ancestors Were Men Of Righteousness, Shall We Consent To The Abuses Of Their Degenerate Descendants? Because They Did Us A Great Good, Would We Be Guilty If We Prevented Them From Doing Us Evil?