When in our days Religion is made a political engine, she exposes herself to having her sacred character forgotten. The most tolerant become intolerant towards her. Believers, who believe something else besides what she teaches, retaliate by attacking her in the very sanctuary itself.

A man's reception depends upon his coat; his dismissal upon the wit he shows.

Our century is a brutal thinker.

Glory is a shroud that posterity often tears from the shoulders of those who wore it when living.

Paradise is open to all kind hearts.

Our friends, the enemy.

Flow wine, smile woman, and the universe is consoled.