A Recluse Without Books And

The Truthful Man Is Usually A Liar.

For My Part, I Wish All Guns With Their Belongings And Everything Could Be Sent To Hell, Which Is The Proper Place For Their Exhibition And Use.

The Savants Will Write Excellent Volumes. There Will Be Laureates. But Wars Will Continue Just The Same Until The Forces Of The Circumstances Render Them Impossible.

A Recluse Without Books And Ink Is Already In Life A Dead Man.

I Am Not Aware That I Have Deserved Any Notoriey, And I Have No Taste For Its Buzz.