A Nation That Still Believes In Itself

The Love Of Power Is The Demon Of Mankind.

From The Sun I Learned This: When He Goes Down, Overrich; He Pours Gold Into The Sea Out Of Inexhaustible Riches, So That Even The Poorest Fisherman Still Rows With Golden Oars. For This I Once Saw And I Did Not Tire Of My Tears As I Watched It.

It Says Nothing Against The Ripeness Of A Spirit That It Has A Few Worms.

When There Is A Choice About It, A Great Sacrifice Is Preferable To A Small Sacrifice, Because We Compensate Ourselves For A Greatone With Self-admiration, Which Is Not Possible With A Small One.

One Must Renounce The Bad Taste Of Wishing To Agree With Many People.