There Is No One On Earth More

All Human Beings Have Gray Little Souls-and They All Want To Rouge Them Up.

With His Own Money A Person Can Live As He Likes-a Ruble That's Your Own Is Dearer Than A Brother.

Politics Is The Soil In Which The Nettle Of Poisonous Enmity, Evil Suspicions, Shameless Lies, Slander, Morbid Ambitions, And Disrespect For The Individual Grows Rapidly And Luxuriantly. Name Anything Bad In Man And It Is Precisely In The Soil Of Political Struggle That It Grows With Particular Liveliness And Abundance.

All Of Us Are Pilgrims On This Earth. I've Even Heard People Say That The Earth Itself Is A Pilgrim In The Heavens.

A Good Man Can Be Stupid And Still Be Good. But A Bad Man Must Have Brains.