In Order To Forgive Reason For The

Anticipation Leads The Way To Victory, And Is The Spur To Conquest.

Covetousness Is A Sort Of Mental Gluttony, Not Confined To Money, But Craving Honor, And Feeding On Selfishness.

Chance Is A Nickname For Providence.

Society ... Is Nothing More Than The War Of A Thousand Petty Opposed Interests, An Eternal Strife Of All The Vanities, Which, Turn In Turn Wounded And Humiliated One By The Other, Intercross, Come Into Collision, And On The Morrow Expiate The Triumph Of The Eve In The Bitterness Of Defeat. To Live Alone, To Remain Unjostled In This Miserable Struggle, Where For A Moment One Draws The Eyes Of The Spectators, To Be Crushed A Moment Later -- This Is What Is Called Being A Nonentity, Having No Existence. Poor Humanity!

We Need To Be Just Before We Are Generous, As We Need Shirts Before Ruffles.