Is A Faith Without Action A Sincere

Hell, Covering All With Its Gloomy Vapors, Has Cast Shadows On Even The Holiest Eyes.

Sir, That Much Prudence Calls For Too Much Worry; I Cannot Foresee Misfortunes So Far Away.

The Principal Rule Of Art Is To Please And To Move. All The Other Rules Were Created To Achieve This First One.

What Does It Matter If, By Chance, A Little Vile Blood Be Spilled?

Do Not They Bring It To Pass By Knowing That They Know Nothing At All?