I Have Only A Small Flickering Light

There Is Only One Virtue, Justice; Only One Duty, To Be Happy; Only One Corollary, Not To Overvalue Life And Not To Fear Death.

Isn't It Better To Have Men Being Ungrateful Than To Miss A Chance To Do Good?

If The Weather Is Too Cold Or Rainy, I Take Shelter In The Regence Cafe, Where I Entertain Myself By Watching Chess Being Played. Paris Is The World Center, And This Cafe Is The Paris Centre For The Finest Skill At This Game.

No Man Has Received From Nature The Right To Command His Fellow Human Beings.

It Is Raining Bombs On The House Of The Lord. I Go In Fear And Trembling Lest One Of These Terrible Bombers Gets Into Difficulties.