Ah, There Are No Longer Any Children!

You Are A Fool In Four Letters, My Son.

The More Powerful The Obstacle, The More Glory We Have In Overcoming It; And The Difficulties With Which We Are Met Are The Maids Of Honor Which Set Off Virtue.

Cultivated People Should Be Superior To Any Consideration So Sordid As A Mercenary Interest.

Nearly All Men Die Of Their Medicines, Not Of Their Diseases.

Oh, I May Be Devout, But I Am Human All The Same.