This Is The Age In Which Hills

To Busy Oneself With What Is Futile When One Can Do Something Useful, To Attend To What Is Simple When One Has The Mettle To Attempt What Is Difficult, Is To Strip Talent Of Its Dignity.

Treacherous Assassins, Enemies Of The People, And Worthy Of Everyone's Ridicule Are Those Who, Under The Pretext Of Guiding Future Generations, Teach Them An Isolated System Of Doctrines And Whisper In Their Ear (instead Of The Sweet Message Of Love) The Barbarous Gospel Of Hate.

Others Go To Bed With Their Mistresses; I With My Ideas.

The Truthe Wakes Up Once And Never Dies.

Our Wine Is Bitter, But It Is Our Wine.