The Borrower Runs In His

His Heart Was As Great As The World, But There Was No Room In It To Hold The Memory Of A Wrong.

Our Poets Are Men Of Talents Who Sing, And Not The Children Of Music.

The Love That You Withhold Is The Pain That You Carry.

Human Society Is Made Up Of Partialities. Each Citizen Has An Interest And A View Of His Own, Which, If Followed Out To The Extreme, Would Leave No Room For Any Other Citizen.

Every Man Is A Divinity In Disguise, A God Playing The Fool.