Tell The Truth And Shame

You Have No Obligation Under The Sun Other Than To Discover Your Real Needs, To Fulfill Them, And To Rejoice In Doing So.

I Never Drink Without A Thirst, Either Present Or Future.

Ha! For A Divine And Lordly Manor, There Is Nothing Like Solid Ground.

A Certain Jollity Of Mind, Pickled In The Scorn Of Fortune.

How Comes It That You Curse, Frere Jean? It's Only, Said The Monk, In Order To Embellish My Language. They Are The Colors Of Ciceronian Rhetoric.