That Bad Manners Are So Prevalent In

We Ask The Poet: 'what Subject Have You Chosen?' Instead Of: 'what Subject Has Chosen You?

Misanthropy Is A Suit Of Armor Lined With Thorns.

Many Think That When They Have Confessed A Fault There Is No Need Of Correcting It.

One Thought Cannot Awake Without Awakening Others.

We Are So Vain That We Even Care For The Opinion Of Those We Don't Care For.