For A Desperate Disease A Desperate Cure.

For A Desperate Disease A Desperate Cure.

Age Imprints More Wrinkles In The Mind Than It Does On The Face.

I Had Rather Complain Of Ill-fortune Than Be Ashamed Of Victory.

The Value Of Life Lies Not In The Length Of Days, But In The Use We Make Of Them... Whether You Find Satisfaction In Life Depends Not On Your Tale Of Years, But On Your Will.

All General Judgments Are Loose And Imperfect