Nature Meant Woman To Be Her Masterpiece.

The Real Beggar Is Indeed The True And Only King.

It Is Not I Who Die, When I Die, But My Sin And Misery.

Joy Makes Us Giddy, Dizzy.

The End-purpose Of All Art Is Enjoyment!

It Is Not The Truth That A Man Possesses, Or Believes That He Possesses, But The Earnest Effort Which He Puts Forward To Reach The Truth, Which Constitutes The Worth Of A Man