It Is Criminal To Steal A Purse,

Have Hope. Though Clouds Environs Now, And Gladness Hides Her Face In Scorn, Put Thou The Shadow From Thy Brow, - No Night But Hath Its Morn.

The Mountain Cannot Frighten One Who Was Born On It.

The Zeal Of Friends It Is That Razes Me, And Not The Hate Of Enemies.

Culture, Far From Giving Us Freedom, Only Develops, As It Advances, New Necessities; The Fetters Of The Physical Close More Tightly Around Us, So That The Fear Of Loss Quenches Even The Ardent Impulse Toward Improvement, And The Maxims Of Passive Obedience Are Held To Be The Highest Wisdom Of Life.

It Does Not Prove A Thing To Be Right Because The Majority Say It Is So.