Ah, That Is A Perfume In Which

Childhood Is The Sleep Of Reason. [fr., L'enfance Est Le Sommeil De La Raison.]

This Dog, Which, Although No Beauty, Was Of An Uncommon Breed, I Had Made My Friend And Companion; And It Certainly Deserved The Name Better Than The Majority Of Those Who Had Assumed It.

Every Man Has A Right To Risk His Own Life For The Preservation Of It.

Definitions Would Be Good Things If We Did Not Use Words To Make Them.

...in Respect Of Riches, No Citizen Shall Ever Be Wealthy Enough To Buy Another, And None Poor Enough To Be Forced To Sell Himself.