To Make No Mistakes Is Not In

An Imbalance Between Rich And Poor Is The Oldest And Most Fatal Ailment Of All Republics.

It Was Not Important How Many Enemies There Are, But Where The Enemy Is

God Is The Brave Man's Hope, And Not The Coward's Excuse.

Not By Lamentations And Mournful Chants Ought We To Celebrate The Funeral Of A Good Man, But By Hymns, For In Ceasing To Be Numbered With Mortals He Enters Upon The Heritage Of A Diviner Life.

Painting Is Silent Poetry.