The World Belongs To Those Who Possess

Our Greatest Indulgence Towards A Man Springs From Our Despair Of Him.

Nowadays People Are Born To Find Fault. When They Look At Achilles, They See Only His Heel.

We Are Not Always Even What We Are Most.

N Every Exalted Joy, There Mingles A Sense Of Gratitude.

Nothing Is Less Promising Than Precocity. A Young Thistle Is More Like A Future Tree Than Is A Young Oak.