We Are Never Deceived; We Deceive Ourselves.

Take Life Too Seriously, And What Is It Worth? If The Morning Wake Us To No New Joys, If The Evening Bring Us Not The Hope Of New Pleasure, Is It Worthwhile To Dress And Undress?

We Can Always Redeem The Man Who Aspires And Strives.

I Wait For The Morning Of My Tears

A Man's Shortcomings Are Taken From His Epoch; His Virtues And Greatness Belong To Himself.

It Is In Self-limitation That A Master First Shows Himself.