War Justifies Everything.

Women Are Nothing But Machines For Producing Children.

Let Her Sleep, For When She Wakes, She Will Shake The World.

Large Legislative Bodies Resolve Themselves Into Coteries, And Coteries Into Jealousies.

Until Then, Mio Dolce Amor, A Thousand Kisses; But Give Me None In Return, For They Set My Blood On Fire.

In These Days The Invention Of Printing, And The Diffusion Of Knowledge, Render Historical Calumnies A Little Less Dangerous: Truth Will Always Prevail In The Long Run, But How Slow Its Progress!