People Cannot Be Molded Like Clay.

I Hate Ordinary People!

Rome Took All The Vanity Out Of Me; For After Seeing The Wonders There, I Felt Too Insignificant To Live, And Gave Up All My Foolish Hopes In Despair.

Women Have Been Called Queens For A Long Time, But The Kingdom Given Them Isn't Worth Ruling.

All Is Fish That Comes To The Literary Net. Goethe Puts His Joys And Sorrows Into Poems, I Turn My Adventures Into Bread And Butter.

I For One Don't Want To Be Ranked Among Idiots, Felons, And Minors Any Longer, For I Am None Of Them.