The Same Man Cannot Well Be Skilled

The Man Who Melts With Social Sympathy, Though Not Allied, Is More Worth Than A Thousand Kinsmen.

Alas, How Right The Ancient Saying Is: We, Who Are Old, Are Nothing Else But Noise And Shape. Like Mimicries Of Dreams We Go, And Have No Wits, Although We Think Us Wise.

Often A Noble Face Hides Filthy Ways.

Those Whose Cause Is Just Will Never Lack Good Arguments.

If God Is Truly God, He Is Perfect, Lacking Nothing.