The Limit Of Every Pain Is An

Wisdom Disguises Our Wounds; It Teaches Us How To Bleed In Secret.

Do I Look Like Someone Who Has Something To Do Here On Earth?' —that's What I'd Like To Answer The Busybodies Who Inquire Into My Activities.

An Aphorism? Fire Without Flames. Understandable That No One Tries To Warm Himself At It.

Mind, Even More Deadly To Empires Than To Individuals, Erodes Them, Compromises Their Solidity.

A Self-respecting Man Is A Man Without A Country. A Fatherland Is Birdlime.