The One Who Always Strives, That One

Woe To Falsehood! It Affords No Relief To The Breast, Like Truth; It Gives Us No Comfort, Pains Him Who Forges It, And Like An Arrow Directed By A God Flies Back And Wounds The Archer.

Oh Happy He Who Still Can Hope In Our Day To Breathe The Truth While Plunged In Seas Of Error! What We Don't Know Is Really What We Need, And What We Know Is Of No Use To Us Whatever!

When You Lose Interest In Anything, You Also Lose The Memory For It.

Reasonable Men Are The Best Dictionaries Of Conversation.

One Never Goes Further Than When They Do Not Know Where They Are Going.