Talent I Say Is What

With His Own Money A Person Can Live As He Likes-a Ruble That's Your Own Is Dearer Than A Brother.

Politics Is The Soil In Which The Nettle Of Poisonous Enmity, Evil Suspicions, Shameless Lies, Slander, Morbid Ambitions, And Disrespect For The Individual Grows Rapidly And Luxuriantly. Name Anything Bad In Man And It Is Precisely In The Soil Of Political Struggle That It Grows With Particular Liveliness And Abundance.

An Honest Man Is All Right Even If He's An Idiot...but A Crook Must Have Brains.

All Of Us Are Pilgrims On This Earth. I've Even Heard People Say That The Earth Itself Is A Pilgrim In The Heavens.

Remembrance Of The Past Kills All Present Energy And Deadens All Hope For The Future