My Greatness Does Not Extend To This

Habit Is The Nursery Of Errors.

The Most Excellent Symbol Of The People Is The Paving Stone. One Walks On It Until It Falls On One's Head.

Nothing Is More Imminent Than The Impossible . . . What We Must Always Foresee Is The Unforeseen.

Love Is Like A Tree, It Grows Of Its Own Accord, It Puts Down Deep Roots Into Our Whole Being.

Symmetry Is Tedious, And Tedium Is The Very Basis Of Mourning. Despair Yawns.