It Profits A Man Nothing

When Statesmen Forsake Their Own Private Conscience For The Sake Of Their Public Duties, They Lead Their Country By A Short Route To Chaos.

I'm Breathing . . . Are You Breathing Too? It's Nice, Isn't It?

Even At Our Birth, Death Does But Stand Aside A Little. And Every Day He Looks Toward Us And Muses Somewhat To Himself Whether That Day Or The Next He Will Draw Nigh.

Your Taste In Music Is Excellent. It Exactly Coinsides With My Own!

The Man Who Tells Lies Hides The Truth, But The Man Who Tells Half-lies Has Forgotten Where He Put It.