You Scholars, You're In Communication With The

I Came To Paris With Four écus In My Pocket, And I’d Have Fought With Anybody Who Told Me I Was In No Condition To Buy The Louvre.

I Have No Will, Unless It Be The Will Never To Decide. I Have Been So Overwhelmed By The Many Storms That Have Broken Over My Head, That I Am Become Passive In The Hands Of The Almighty, Like A Sparrow In The Talons Of An Eagle. I Live, Because It Is Not Ordained For Me To Die.

Hatred Is Blind; Rage Carries You Away; And He Who Pours Out Vengeance Runs The Risk Of Tasting A Bitter Draught.

...remember That What Has Once Been Done May Be Done Again.

You Scholars, You're In Communication With The Devil.