One Lives For The Day,

It Is The Privilege Of Greatness To Confer Intense Happiness With Insignificant Gifts.

I Live In My Own Place - Have Never Copied Anyone Even Half, And At Any Master Who Lacks The Grace - To Laugh At Himself - I Laugh.

The Familiarity Of Superiors Embitters One, Because It May Not Be Returned.

Christianity Gave Eros Poison To Drink; He Did Not Die Of It, Certainly, But Degenerated To Vice.

A Nation Usually Renews Its Youth On A Political Sick-bed, And There Finds Again The Spirit Which It Had Gradually Lost In Seeking And Maintaining Power.