Trifles make perfection, but perfection is no trifle. >>
The promises of this world are, for the most part, vain phantoms; and >>
A man paints with his brains and not with his hands. >>
To the Master's honor all must turn, each in its track, without a soun >>
If people only knew how hard I work to gain my mastery, it wouldn't se >>
In order to become the master, the politician poses as the servant. >>
If people only knew how hard I work to gain my mastery, it wouldn't seem so wonderful at all.