A Man Is A Poor Creature Compared

For A Sick Man The World Begins At His Pillow And Ends At The Foot Of His Bed.

When Religion And Royalty Are Swept Away, The People Will Attack The Great, And After The Great, They Will Fall Upon The Rich.

Your Modest Savant Smiles As He Says To His Admirers: What Have I Done? Nothing. Man Does Not Invent A Force, He Directs It.

Necessity Is Often The Spur To Genius.

One Can Imagine The Look The Two Lovers Exchanged; It Was Like A Flame, For Virtuous Lovers Have Not A Shred Of Hypocrisy.