With Monuments As With Men, Position Means

Do You Know What Is The Hardest Thing In Life? To Make A Choice.

Hatred Is The Vice Of Narrow Souls; They Feed It With All Their Littleness, And Make It The Pretext Of Base Tyrannies.

No Society Is Complete Without Some Victim, A Creature To Pity, To Jeer At, To Scorn Or To Protect.

Now Literary Success Can Only Be Won In Solitude By Persevering Labor.

Though The Human Heart May Have To Pause For Rest When Climbing The Heights Of Affection It Rarely Stops On The Slippery Slope Of Hatred.