The Path Of Civilization Is Paved With

Literature Is The Noblest Of All The Arts. Music Dies On The Air, Or At Best Exists Only As A Memory; Oratory Ceases With The Effort; The Painter's Colors Fade And The Canvas Rots; The Marble Is Dragged From Its Pedestal And Is Broken Into Fragments.

The Ineffable Joy Of Forgiving And Being Forgiven Forms An Ecstasy That Might Well Arouse The Envy Of The Gods.

Genius Is The Capacity Of Avoiding Hard Work.

There Have Always Existed Three Ways Of Keeping The People Loving And Loyal. One Is To Leave Them Alone, To Trust Them And Not To Interfere. This Plan, However, Has Very Seldom Been Practised, Because The Politicians Regard The Public As A Cow To Be Milked, And Something Must Be Done To Make It Stand Quiet.

Whom The Gods Love Die Young No Matter How Long They Live.