A Mother's Life, You See, Is One

Forgetting Is The Great Secret Of Strong And Creative Lives.

But Does Not Happiness Come From The Soul Within?

The Man Whose Action Habitually Bears The Stamp Of His Mind Is A Genius, But The Greatest Genius Is Not Always Equal To Himself, Or He Would Cease To Be Human.

There Are No Principles; There Are Only Events. There Is No Good And Bad, There Are Only Circumstances.

It Is Beyond A Doubt That During The Sixteenth Century, And The Years Immediately Preceding And Following It, Poisoning Had Been Brought To A Pitch Of Perfection Which Remains Unknown To Modern Chemistry, But Which Is Indisputably Proved By History. Italy, The Cradle Of Modern Science, Was At That Time, The Inventor And Mistress Of These Secrets, Many Of Which Are Lost.