Let Us Leave The Cure Of Public

There Is Neither Vice Nor Virtue, There Are Only Circumstances.

The Day Will Dawn When Europe Will Believe Only In The Man Who Tramples Her Underfoot.

A Grass Blade Believes That Men Build Palaces For It To Grow In. Grass Wedges Its Way Between The Closest Blocks Of Marble And It Brings Them Down. This Power Of Feeble Life Which Can Creep In Anywhere Is Greater Than That Of The Mighty Behind Their Cannons.

The Man Who Enters His Wife's Dressing Room Is Either A Philosopher Or A Fool.

But Does Not Happiness Come From The Soul Within?