Everything Is Sweetened By Risk.

Happiness Never Lays Its Finger On Its Pulse. If We Attempt To Steal A Glimpse Of Its Features It Disappears.

Trifles Make Up The Happiness Or The Misery Of Mortal Life.

If You Wish To Make A Man Look Noble, Your Best Course Is To Kill Him. What Superiority He May Have Inherited From His Race, What Superiority Nature May Have Personally Gifted Him With, Comes Out In Death.

Everything Is Sweetened By Risk.

I Go Into My Library, And All History Unrolls Before Me. I Breathe The Morning Air Of The World While The Scent Of Eden's Roses Yet Lingered In It, While It Vibrated Only To The World's First Brood Of Nightingales, And To The Laugh Of Eve. I See The Pyramids Building; I Hear The Shoutings Of The Armies Of Alexander.