Instead Of Speaking Saintly Words We Must

The Fact Is That My Native Land Is A Prey To Barbarism, That In It Men's Only God Is Their Belly, That They Live Only For The Present, And That The Richer A Man Is The Holier He Is Held To Be.

It Is Hard For The Human Soul Not To Love Something, And Our Mind Must Of Necessity Be Drawn To Some Kind Of Affection.

What Cannot Be Changed Cannot Be Blamed.

Nothing Is Hard For Lovers, No Labor Is Difficult For Those Who Wish It.

Quick Enough, If Good Enough.