Of Course, Alexander The Great Was A

Whatever You May Say, The Body Depends On The Soul.

I Am Very Fond Of The Modest Manner Of Life Of Those Solitary Owners Of Remote Villages, Who In Little Russia Are Commonly Called "old-fashioned," Who Are Like Tumbledown Picturesque Little Houses, Delightful In Their Simplicity And Complete Unlikeness To The New Smooth Buildings Whose Walls Have Not Yet Been Discolored By The Rain, Whose Roofs Are Not Yet Covered With Green Lichen, And Whose Porch Does Not Display Its Bricks Through The Peeling Stucco.

It's The Most Righteous, Which Of Course Is Not The Same Thing As The Most Profitable.

It Is No Use To Blame The Looking Glass If Your Face Is Awry.

There Are Passions That It Is Not For Man To Choose.