Poverty, The Most Fearful Monster

The Gods, My Dear Simple Fellow, Are A Mere Expression Coined By Vulgar Superstition. We Frown Upon Such Coinage Here.

Even If You Persuade Me, You Won’t Persuade Me.

I Would Treat Her Like An Egg, The Shell Of Which We Remove Before Eating It; I Would Take Off Her Mask And Then Kiss Her Pretty Face.

A Slave Is But Half A Man.

A Man Should Be Able To Stand Up Under Any Disaster For His Country's Good.