Great People Create Great Acts

Do Not Eat Garlic Or Onions; For Their Smell Will Reveal That You Are A Peasant.

Leap Out Of The Frying Pan Into The Fire.

Maybe The Greatest Madness Is To See Life As It Is Rather Than What It Could Be.

The Pen Is The Language Of The Soul; As The Concepts That In It Are Generated, Such Will Be Its Writings.

'tis Said Of Love That It Sometimes Goes, Sometimes Flies; Runs With One, Walks Gravely With Another; Turns A Third Into Ice, And Sets A Fourth In A Flame: It Wounds One, Another It Kills: Like Lightning It Begins And Ends In The Same Moment: It Makes That Fort Yield At Night Which It Besieged But In The Morning; For There Is No Force Able To Resist It.