Nothing Is So Fortunate For Mankind As

Hopes And Regrets Are The Sweetest Links Of Existence.

Every Other Species Of Talent Carries With It Its Eternity; We Enjoy The Work Of The Poet, The Painter, The Sculptor, Only As Thousands Will Do After Us; But The Actor - His Memory Is With His Generation, And That Passes Away.

My Tears Are Buried In My Heart, Like Cave-locked Fountains Sleeping.

Confidence Is Its Own Security.

The Truth Is, We Never Make For Others The Allowance We Make For Ourselves; And We Should Deny Even Our Own Words, Could We Hear Them Spoken By Another.