Genius Has No Country. It

Virtue Lies In The Middle Ground.

The Glory Of Saving A Country Is Not For Him Who Has Contributed To Its Ruin.

No Good Water Comes From A Muddy Spring. No Sweet Fruit Comes From A Bitter Seed.

The World Laughs At Another Man's Pain.

No, Let Us Not Make God In Our Image, Poor Inhabitants That We Are Of A Distant Planet Lost In Infinite Space. However Brilliant And Sublime Our Intelligence May Be, It Is Scarcely More Than A Small Spark Which Shines And In An Instant Is Extinguished, And It Alone Can Give Us No Idea Of That Blaze, That Conflagration, That Ocean Of Light!