We Are Not All Equal, Nor Can

The More One Knows, The More One Comprehends, The More One Realizes That Everything Turns In A Circle.

A Flippant, Frivolous Man May Ridicule Others, May Controvert Them, Scorn Them; But He Who Has Any Respect For Himself Seems To Have Renounced The Right Of Thinking Meanly Of Others.

Words Are Mere Sound And Smoke, Dimming The Heavenly Light.

I Hate Every Violent Overthrow, Because As Much Is Destroyed As Is Gained By It.

I Will Say With Lorenzo De Medici That Those Who Do Not Hope For Another Life Are Always Dead To This One.