The Poor Are The Blacks

He Who Disguises Tyranny, Protection, Or Even Benefits Under The Air And Name Of Friendship Reminds Me Of The Guilty Priest Who Poisoned The Sacramental Bread.

What We Love Intensely Or For A Long Time We Are Likely To Bring Within The Citadel, And To Assert As Part Of Oneself.

Society Is Divided Into Two Classes, The Shearers And The Shorn.

It Is Said Of A Lonely Man That He Does Not Appreciate The Life Of Society. This Is Like Saying He Hates Hiking Because He Dislikes Walking In Thick Forest On A Dark Night.

His Passions Make Man Live, His Wisdom Merely Makes Him Last.