Luck Is What A Capricious Man Believes

Without Tact You Can Learn Nothing.

As We Retain But A Faint Remembrance Of Our Felicity, It Is But Fair That The Smartest Stroke Of Sorrow Should, If Bitter, At Least Be Brief.

In Great Cities Men Are Brought Together By The Desire Of Gain. They Are Not In A State Of Co-operation, But Of Isolation, As To The Making Of Fortunes; And For All The Rest They Are Careless Of Neighbors.

Great Men Should Think Of Opportunity And Not Of Time. That Is The Excuse Of Feeble And Puzzled Spirits.

William Gladstone Has Not A Single Redeeming Defect.