Without Lies Humanity Would Perish Of Despair

Sometimes One Day In A Difference Place Gives You More Than Ten Years Of A Life At Home.

The Power Of Love Itself Weakens And Gradually Becomes Lost With Age, Like All The Other Energies Of Man.

I Cling To My Imperfection, As The Very Essence Of My Being.

It Is Only The Poor Who Pay Cash, And That Not From Virtue, But Because They Are Refused Credit.

When A History Book Contains No Lies It Is Always Tedious.