Whatever Limits Us We Call Fate.

There Is No History; Only Biography.

Extremes Meet, And There Is No Better Example Than The Naughtiness Of Humility.

The Heroic Soul Does Not Sell Its Justice And Its Nobleness. It Does Not Ask To Dine Nicely And To Sleep Warm. The Essence Of Greatness Is The Perception That Virtue Is Enough. Poverty Is Its Ornament. It Does Not Need Plenty, And Can Very Well Abide Its Loss.

Be As Beneficent As The Sun Or The Sea, But If Your Rights As A Rational Being Are Trenched On, Die On The First Inch Of Your Territory.

A Cheerful, Intelligent Face Is The End Of Culture.