Smell Is The Sense Of Memory And

As Soon As Any Man Says Of The Affairs Of The State "what Does It Matter To Me?" The State May Be Given Up For Lost.

One Thinks Himself The Master Of Others, And Still Remains A Greater Slave Than They.

I Would Rather Be A Man Of Paradoxes Than A Man Of Prejudices.

I Remembered The Way Out Suggested By A Great Princess When Told That The Peasants Had No Bread: "well, Let Them Eat Cake".

O Love, If I Regret The Age When One Savors You, It Is Not For The Hour Of Pleasure, But For The One That Follows It.