In Life We Pay For The Evil

Only He Who Is Without Anything Is Without Enemies.

Thirstily He Set It To His Lips, And As Its Cool Refreshment Began To Soothe His Throat, He Thanked Heaven That In A World Of Much Evil There Was Still So Good A Thing As Ale.

Do You Know, André, I Sometimes Think That You Have No Heart.' 'presumably Because I Sometimes Betray Intelligence.

But I Like My Madness. There Is A Thrill In It Unknown To Such Sanity As Yours. ~ Book 1, Chapter 9.

When All Is Said, A Man's Final Judgment Of His Fellows Must Be Based Upon His Knowledge Of Himself