Piety, Like Nobility, Has Its Aristocracy.

It Is Impossible That Beauty Should Ever Distinctly Appreciate Itself.

Conscience Is The Virtue Of The Observers Not The Agents Of Action

You Must Be Either The Servant Or The Master, The Hammer Or The Anvil.

Women Are Silver Dishes Into Which We Put Golden Apples.

The Passions Are Like Those Demons With Which Afrasahiab Sailed Down The Orus. Our Only Safety Consists In Keeping Them Asleep. If They We Are Lost.