I Wasn’t Raised, I Was Built.

I Have Come, Sire, To Complain Of One Of Your Subjects Who Has Been So Audacious As To Kick Me In The Belly.

I Had Friends. The Idea Of Being Forever Separated From Them And From All Their Troubles Is One Of The Greatest Sorrows That I Suffer In Dying. Let Them At Least Know That To My Latest Moment I Thought Of Them.

Courage! I Have Shown It For Years; Think You I Shall Lose It At The Moment When My Sufferings Are To End?

Tribulation First Makes One Realize What One Is.

It Is The Nature Of Human Beings, And Especially Of The Mediocre Ones, To Wish To Change Everything. They Desire It All The More Because They Know Popularity Will Accrue Rather To Those Who Disturb Than To Those Who Maintain Order.