The Secret Pleasure Of A Generous Act

Let Fortune Empty Her Whole Quiver On Me, I Have A Soul That, Like An Ample Shield, Can Take In All, And Verge Enough For More; Fate Was Not Mine, Nor Am I Fate's: Souls Know No Conquerors.

Either Be Wholly Slaves Or Wholly Free.

The Wretched Have No Friends.

For Every Inch That Is Not Fool, Is Rogue.

The Jews, A Headstrong, Moody, Murmuring Race.