The Test Of Civilization Is The Power

One More Royal Trait Properly Belongs To The Poet. I Mean His Cheerfulness, Without Which No Man Can Be A Poet,--for Beauty Is His Aim. He Loves Virtue, Not For Its Obligation, But For Its Grace; He Delights In The World, In Man, In Woman, For The Lovely Light That Sparkles From Them. Beauty, The Spirit Of Joy And Hilarity, He Sheds Over The Universe.

The Poor Are Only They Who Feel Poor.

In The Last Analysis, Love Is Only The Reflection Of A Man's Own Worthiness From Other Men.

This Book Of Montaigne The World Has Endorsed By Translating It Into All Tongues.

Our Faith Comes In Moments; Our Vice Is Habitual.