Can We Ever Have Too Much Of

All Persons Are Not Discreet Enough To Know How To Take Things By The Right Handle.

They Must Take Me For A Fool, Or Even Worse, A Lunatic. And No Wonder ,for I Am So Intensely Conscious Of My Misfortune And My Misery Is So Overwhelming That I Am Powerless To Resist It And Am Being Turned Into Stone, Devoid Of All Knowledge Or Feeling.

My Memory Is So Bad That Many Times I Forget My Own Name.

Behind The Cross Is The Devil.

A Good Name Is Better Than Bags Of Gold.