The World Is Beautiful, But

The People We Keep Standing In The Anteroom Of Our Favor Either Start Fermenting Or Turn Sour.

Every Power Draws Its Ultimate Consequences At Every Moment.

A Nation Is A Detour Of Nature To Arrive At Five Or Six Great Men- Yes, And Then To Get Around Them.

The Mother Of Excess Is Not Joy But Joylessness.

The So-called Paradoxes Of An Author, To Which A Reader Takes Exception, Often Exist Not In The Author's Book At All, But Rather In The Reader's Head.