You Cannot Feed The Hungry On Statistics.

Sweet May Hath Come To Love Us, Flowers, Trees, Their Blossoms Don; And Through The Blue Heavens Above Us The Very Clouds Move On.

Sleep Is Lovely, Death Is Better Still, Not To Have Been Born Is Of Course The Miracle.

There, Where One Burns Books... One, In The End, Burns Men.

But Oh! The Latin!-madame, You Can Really Have No Idea Of What A Mess It Is. The Romans Would Never Have Found Time To Conquer The World If They Had Been Obliged First To Learn Latin. Lucky Dogs! They Already Knew In Their Cradles The Nouns Ending In Im. I On The Contrary Had To Learn It By Heart, In The Sweat Of My Brow.

No Compass Has Ever Been Invented For The High Seas Of Matrimony.