In The Carriages Of The Past, You

All That Is Called Destiny Or Fate Is None Other Than The Result Of Our Thoughtlessness And Our Mistrust Of Ourselves; We Should Know That All That Is Created On Earth Is Created By Its Sole Master And Laborer -- Man.

Our Salvation Is In Work, But Let Us Also Take Delight In That Work.

We Kill Everybody, My Dear. Some With Bullets, Some With Words, And Everybody With Our Deeds. We Drive People Into Their Graves, And Neither See It Nor Feel It.

When Everything Is Easy One Quickly Gets Stupid.

An Honest Man Is All Right Even If He's An Idiot...but A Crook Must Have Brains.