He Whom We Call A Gentleman Is

In Order To Get As Much Fame As One's Father One Has To Much More Able Than He.

Pithy Sentences Are Like Sharp Nails Which Force Truth Upon Our Memory.

The General Interest Of The Masses Might Take The Place Of The Insight Of Genius If It Were Allowed Freedom Of Action.

To Attempt The Destruction Of Our Passions Is The Height Of Folly. What A Noble Aim Is That Of The Zealot Who Tortures Himself Like A Madman In Order To Desire Nothing, Love Nothing, Feel Nothing, And Who, If He Succeeded, Would End Up A Complete Monster!

Gratitude Is A Burden, And Every Burden Is Made To Be Shaken Off.