Cabbage soup and barley. They're Russia's national food. Both excellent in their way, but a shade monotonous.

My whole life has been pledged to this meeting with you.

Fearing no insult, asking for no crown, receive with indifference both flattery and slander, and do not argue with a fool.

Sad that our finest aspiration, Our freshest dreams and meditations, In swift succession should decay, Like Autumn leaves that rot away.

Cabbage soup and barley. They're Russia's national food. Both excellent in their way, but a shade monotonous.

If you but knew the flames that burn in me which I attempt to beat down with my reason.

Moral maxims are surprisingly useful on occasions when we can invent little else to justify our actions.