Slaves Would Be Tyrants Were The Chance

Wisdom Is The Health Of The Soul.

Revolutions Are Not Born Of Chance But Of Necessity.

We May Remark In Passing That To Be Blind And Beloved May, In This World Where Nothing Is Perfect, Be Among The Most Strangely Exquisite Forms Of Happiness. The Supreme Happiness In Life Is The Assurance Of Being Loved; Of Being Loved For Oneself, Even In Spite Of Oneself; And This Assurance The Blind Man Possesses. In His Affliction, To Be Served Is To Be Caressed. Does He Lack Anything? No. Possessing Love He Is Not Deprived Of Light. A Love, Moreover, That Is Wholly Pure. There Can Be No Blindness Where There Is This Certainty.

No One Ever Keeps A Secret So Well As A Child.

The Wicked Envy And Hate; It Is Their Way Of Admiring.