Know How To Replace In Your Heart,

The Lessons Of Experience Are Always Learned Too Late.

It Is Sad, No Doubt, To Exhaust One's Strength And One's Days In Cleaving The Bosom Of This Jealous Earth, Which Compels Us To Wring From It The Treasures Of Its Fertility, When A Bit Of The Blackest And Coarsest Bread Is, At The End Of The Day's Work, The Sole Recompense And The Sole Profit Attaching To So Arduous A Toil.

A Woman's Heart Has No Wrinkles.

Genius, Whether Locked Up In A Cell Or Roaming At Large, Is Always Solitary.

It Is High Time That We Had Lights That Are Not Incendiary Torches.