Because, To Despise Money, One Must Have

We Commit Two Wrongs When We Fail To Right A Wrong.

The Art Of Living Is The Art Of Knowing How To Believe Lies.

We Care So Little Of Other People Than Even Christianity Urges Us To Do Good For The Love Of God.

Death Is Repose, But The Thought Of Death Disturbs All Repose.

I Was Happy Enough; I Knew That During The Night The Whole City Might Go Up In Flames And All Its People Be Killed, But The Ravines, Houses, And Footpaths Would Wake In The Morning Calm And Unchanged.