Repetition Is The Mother Of Education.

Because The Heart Beats Under A Covering Of Hair, Of Fur, Feathers, Or Wings, It Is, For That Reason, To Be Of No Account?

Recollection Is The Only Paradise From Which We Cannot Be Turned Out.

Men, Like Bullets, Go Farthest When They Are Smoothest.

The Darkness Of Death Is Like The Evening Twilight; It Makes All Objects Appear More Lovely To The Dying.

Despair Is The Only Genuine Atheism.