The Last Christian Died On A Cross.

The Criminal Is Quite Frequently Not Equal To His Deed: He Belittles And Slanders It.

Living In A Constant Chase After Gain Compels People To Expend Their Spirit To The Point Of Exhaustion.

Different Types Of Dangerous Lives-you Have No Idea What You Are Living Through; You Rush Through Life As If You Were Drunk And Now And Then Fall Down Some Staircase. But Thanks To Your Drunkenness You Never Break A Limb; Your Muscles Are Too Relaxed And Your Brain Too Benighted For You To Find The Stones Of These Stairs As Hard As We Do.

The Great End Of Art Is To Strike The Imagination With The Power Of A Soul That Refuses To Admit Defeat Even In The Midst Of A Collapsing World.

Robinson Had A Servant Even Better Than Friday: His Name Was Crusoe.