To Beautify Life Is To Give It

Others Go To Bed With Their Mistresses; I With My Ideas.

To Busy Oneself With What Is Futile When One Can Do Something Useful, To Attend To What Is Simple When One Has The Mettle To Attempt What Is Difficult, Is To Strip Talent Of Its Dignity.

Perhaps The Enemies Of Liberty Are Such Only Because They Judge It By Its Loud Voice. If They Knew Its Charms, The Dignity That Accompanies It, How Much A Free Man Feels Like A King, The Perpetual Inner Light That Is Produced By Decorous Self-awareness And Realization, Perhaps There Would Be No Greater Friends Of Freedom Than Those Who Are Its Worst Enemies.

Our Wine Is Bitter, But It Is Our Wine.

The Truthe Wakes Up Once And Never Dies.