Where Poverty Ceases, Avarice Begins.

A Murderer Is Less Loathsome To Us Than A Spy. The Murderer May Have Acted On A Sudden Mad Impulse; He May Be Penitent And Amend; But A Spy Is Always A Spy, Night And Day, In Bed, At Table, As He Walks Abroad; His Vileness Pervades Every Moment Of His Life

It's Not Enough To Be A Good Person. You Also Have To Show It.

To Those Who Have Exhausted Politics, Nothing Remains But Abstract Thought.

Virtue, Perhaps, Is Nothing More Than Politeness Of Soul.

Thought Is The Only Treasure That God Sets Outside All Power And Keeps To Serve As A Secret Link Among The Unhappy.