They Talk Like Angels But They Live

Nothing Gives Us A Greater Idea Of Our Soul, Than That God Has Given Us, At The Moment Of Our Birth, An Angel To Take Care Of It.

No Athlete Is Crowned But In The Sweat Of His Brow.

The Fact Is That My Native Land Is A Prey To Barbarism, That In It Men's Only God Is Their Belly, That They Live Only For The Present, And That The Richer A Man Is The Holier He Is Held To Be.

Thank God I Am Deemed Worthy To Be Hated By The World.

Keep Doing Some Kind Of Work, That The Devil May Always Find You Employed.