When I Could Not See The Light

Virginity Can Be Lost By A Thought.

While Truth Is Always Bitter, Pleasantness Waits Upon Evildoing.

The Charges We Bring Against Others Often Come Home To Ourselves; We Inveigh Against Faults Which Are As Much Ours As Theirs; And So Our Eloquence Ends By Telling Against Ourselves.

When I Could Not See The Light With My Blind Eyes, I Blamed Not My Eyes, But The Sun.

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.