Amor Cuerdo, No Es Amor. (sane Love,

Others Go To Bed With Their Mistresses; I With My Ideas.

To Busy Oneself With What Is Futile When One Can Do Something Useful, To Attend To What Is Simple When One Has The Mettle To Attempt What Is Difficult, Is To Strip Talent Of Its Dignity.

One Just Principle From The Depths Of A Cave Is More Powerful Than An Army.

Men Are Like The Stars; Some Generate Their Own Light While Others Reflect The Brilliance They Receive.

I Know That When The World Surrenders, Pallid, To Repose, The Murmur Of A Tranquil Stream Through The Deep Silence Flows.