Death Was The Price Of Life.

What Keeps The Democracy Alive At All But The Hatred Of Excellence; The Desire Of The Base To See No Head Higher Than Their Own?

There Is Madness In Youth, But Sometimes A God Inspires It.

It Is Something, I Thought, When A King Can Put A Courtesan To The Blush.

To Hate Excellence Is To Hate The Gods.

Miss Searle Had Always Considered Boredom An Intellectual Defeat.