The Law ... Allows Rich As Well

For Every Monarchy Overthrown The Sky Becomes Less Brilliant, Because It Loses A Star. A Republic Is Ugliness Set Free.

We Find It Hard To Picture To Ourselves The State Of Mind Of A Man Of Older Days Who Firmly Believed That The Earth Was The Centre Of The Universe, And That All The Heavenly Bodies Revolved Around It. He Could Feel Beneath His Feet The Writhings Of The Damned Amid The Flames; Very Likely He Had Seen With His Own Eyes And Smelt With His Own Nostrils The Sulphurous Fumes Of Hell Escaping From Some Fissure In The Rocks. Looking Upwards, He Beheld ... The Incorruptible Firmament, Wherein The Stars Hung Like So Many Lamps.

A Good Critic Is The Man Who Describes His Adventures Among Masterpieces.

I Thank Fate For Having Made Me Born Poor. Poverty Taught Me The True Value Of The Gifts Useful To Life.

If The Path Be Beautiful, Let Us Not Ask Where It Leads.