We No Longer Love Our

He Who Bears Injustice Alone Is Terrible To Behold.

Whoever Writes In Blood And Aphorisms Wants Not To Be Learned But To Be Learned By Heart.

What Good Is A Book That Does Not Even Transport Us Beyond All Books?

I Looked For Great Men, But All I Found Were The Apes Of Their Ideals.

Some Die Too Young, Some Die Too Old; The Precept Sounds Strange, But Die At The Right Age.