One Cannot But Mistrust A Prospect Of

I Live On Good Soup, Not On Fine Words.

It Is Not Only For What We Do That We Are Held Responsible, But Also For What We Do Not Do.

I Hate All Men, The Ones Because They Are Mean And Vicious, And The Others For Being Complaisant With The Vicious Ones.

We Are All Mortals, And Each Is For Himself.

Sometimes I Feel Something Akin To Rage At The Corrupted Morals Of This Age!