We Are Never Deceived; We

Piety, Like Nobility, Has Its Aristocracy.

A Man Who Is Ignorant Of Foreign Languages Is Also Ignorant Of His Own Language.

Toleration Ought In Reality To Be Merely A Transitory Mood. It Must Lead To Recognition. To Tolerate Is To Affront.

Two Souls, Alas, Are Housed Within My Breast, And Each Will Wrestle For The Mastery There.

Sometimes Our Fate Resembles A Fruit Tree In Winter. Who Would Think That Those Branches Would Turn Green Again And Blossom, But We Hope It, We Know It.