The appetite is sharpened by the first bites.

Dying people don't need medicine, the ones who remain do.

Friar! What a strange name. I don't remember having created such a thing!

The people do not complain because they have no voice; do not move because they are lethargic, and you say that they do not suffer because you have not seen their hearts bleed.

She was white, perhaps too white. Her eyes, which were almost always cast down, when she raised them testified to the purest of souls, and when she smiled, revealing her small, white teeth, one might be tempted to say that a rose is merely a plant, and ivory just an elephant's tusk.

But because their ancestors were men of righteousness, shall we consent to the abuses of their degenerate descendants? Because they did us a great good, would we be guilty if we prevented them from doing us evil?

Genius has no country. It blossoms everywhere. Genius is like the light, the air. It is the heritage of all.