It Is Said That Gifts

It Is A Strange Form Of Anger, Difficult To Cure, When Two Friends Turn Upon Each Other In Hatred.

No Man On Earth Is Truly Free, All Are Slaves Of Money Or Necessity. Public Opinion Or Fear Of Prosecution Forces Each One, Against His Conscience, To Conform.

Worse Than A True Evil Is It To Bear The Burden Of Faults That Are Not Truly Yours.

They Who Are Sad Find Somehow Sweetness In Tears.

I Sacrifice To No God Save Myself - And To My Belly, Greatest Of Deities.