You Have Enemies? Why, It

Hope Is A Delusion; No Hand Can Grasp A Wave Or A Shadow.

Spira, Spera. (breathe, Hope)

Progress Is Not Accomplished In One Stage.

If You Don't Build Castles In The Air You Won't Build Anything On The Ground.

Paris Is A Sum Total. Paris Is The Ceiling Of The Human Race. All This Prodigious City Is An Epitome Of Dead And Living Manners And Customs. He Who Sees Paris, Seems To See All History Through With The Sky And Constellations In The Intervals.