Luck Is What A Capricious Man Believes

Mediocrity Can Talk, But It Is For Genius To Observe.

Women Carry A Beautiful Hand With Them To The Grave, When A Beautiful Face Has Long Ago Vanished.

I See Before Me The Statue Of A Celebrated Minister, Who Said That Confidence Was A Plant Of Slow Growth. But I Believe, However Gradual May Be The Growth Of Confidence, That Of Credit Requires Still More Time To Arrive At Maturity.

I Believe That, Without Party, Parliamentary Government Is Impossible.

Twilight Makes Us Pensive; Aurora Is The Goddess Of Activity; Despair Curses At Midnight; Hope Blesses At Noon.