No Cause Has He To

Forgiveness Is The Divinest Of Victories.

I Am Called The Richest Monarch In The Christian World; The Sun In My Dominion Never Sets.

Arrow-swift The Present Sweepeth, And Motionless Forever Stands The Past.

A Pity About The People! They Are Brave Enough Comrades, But They Have Heads Like A Soapboiler's.

Sentimental Poetry Differs From Naive Poetry In That It Relates The Real State At Which The Latter Stops To Ideas And Applies Ideas To That Reality.