To Reflect Is To Disturb One's Thoughts.

In Our Ideals We Unwittingly Reveal Our Vices.

We Find It Easy To Believe That Praise Is Sincere: Why Should Anyone Lie In Telling Us The Truth?

A Few Great Minds Are Enough To Endow Humanity With Monstrous Power, But A Few Great Hearts Are Not Enough To Make Us Worthy Of Using It.

Certain Brief Sentences Are Peerless In Their Ability To Give One The Feeling That Nothing Remains To Be Said.

I Think I Am One Of Those Who Can Manage Not To Take On A Completely Different Appearance Under Their Own Glance.