Common Sense Is In Spite Of, Not

To Breathe Paris Is To Preserve One's Soul.

All Who Suffer Are Full Of Hatred; All Who Live Drag A Remorse: The Dead Alone Have Broken Their Chains.

Men Are Still Men. The Despot's Wickedness Comes Of Ill Teaching, And Of Power's Excess,-- Comes Of The Purple He From Childhood Wears, Slaves Would Be Tyrants If The Chance Were Theirs.

The Wise Man Is He Who Knows When And How To Stop

Winter Changes Into Stone The Water Of Heaven And The Heart Of Man.