And throughout all eternity I forgive you, you forgive me.

My specter around me night and day Like a wild beast guards my way, My emanation far within Weeps incessantly for my sin.

Mock on, mock on, Voltaire, Rousseau. Mock on, mock on-'tis all in vain! You throw the sand against the wind, And the wind blows it back again.

To the Eyes of a Miser a Guinea is more beautiful than the Sun & and a bag worn with the use of Money has more beautiful proportions than a Vine filled with Gr…

They must first judge themselves, that presume to censure others: And such will not be apt to overshoot the Mark. We are too ready to retaliate, rather than fo…

Cultivo una rosa blanca En julio como en enero, Para el amigo sincero Que me da su mano franca. Y para el cruel que me arranca El corazon con que vivo, Cardo n…

There can be no country or dignity without unity of the people, and there can be no unity without agreement, and there can be no agreement without conciliation…