The One Who Acts Is Always Without

Nothing Can Be Compared To The New Life That The Discovery Of Another Country Provides For A Thoughtful Person. Although I Am Still The Same I Believe To Have Changed To The Bones.

The Mob Has Nothing To Lose, Everything To Gain.

If One Has Not Read The Newspapers For Some Months And Then Reads Them All Together, One Sees, As One Never Saw Before, How Much Time Is Wasted With This Kind Of Literature.

Beware Of Her Fair Hair, For She Excels All Women In The Magic Of Her Locks; And When She Winds Them Round A Young Man's Neck, She Will Not Ever Set Him Free Again.

Sometimes Our Fate Resembles A Fruit Tree In Winter. Who Would Think That Those Branches Would Turn Green Again And Blossom, But We Hope It, We Know It.