One Kills A Man, One

On Tue Un Homme, On Est Un Assassin. On Tue Des Millions D'hommes, On Est Un Conquérant. On Les Tue Tous, On Est Un Dieu. Kill A Man, And You Are An Assassin. Kill Millions Of Men And You Are A Conqueror. Kill Everyone, And You Are A God.

There Are Some Persons We Could Not Cut Down To Size Without Diminishing Ourselves As Well.

The Least One Can Say Of Power Is That A Vocation For It Is Suspicious.

Falsity Cannot Keep An Idea From Being Beautiful; There Are Certain Errors Of Such Ingenuity That One Could Regret Their Not Ranking Among The Achievements Of The Human Mind.

The Divine Is Perhaps That Quality In Man Which Permits Him To Endure The Lack Of God.