Literature Is The Most Beautiful Of Countries

Peoples Are Made Of Hate And Of Love, And More Of Hate Than Love.

Terrible Times In Which Priests No Longer Merit The Praise Of Poets And In Which Poets Have Not Yet Begun To Be Priests.

The Wretch Who Lives Without Freedom Feels Like Dressing In The Mud From The Streets Those Who Have You, O Liberty, Do Not Know. You. Those Who Do Not Have You Should Not Speak Of You, But Win You.

The First Duty Of A Man Is To Think For Himself

Charm Is A Product Of The Unexpected.