The Civilities Of The Great Are Never

Language Is The Dress Of Thought.

Much Is Due To Those Who First Broke The Way To Knowledge, And Left Only To Their Successors The Task Of Smoothing It.

Politics Are Now Nothing More Than Means Of Rising In The World.

Guilt Once Harbored In The Conscious Breast, Intimidates The Brave, Degrades The Great.

We Go From Anticipation To Anticipation, Not From Satisfaction To Satisfaction.