Fiction Is The Microscope Of Truth.

Sometimes, Only One Person Is Missing, And The Whole World Seems Depopulated.

Eloquence Dwells Quite As Much In The Hearts Of The Hearers As On The Lips Of The Orator.

An Artist Should Have More Than Two Eyes.

Let Us Enjoy The Fugitive Hour. Man Has No Harbor, Time Has No Shore; It Rushes On, And Carries Us With It.

Void Of Freedom, What Would Virtue Be?