Misfortune Makes Of Certain Souls A Vast

To Get A Traveling Salesman Drunk Is The Height Of Impossibility.

With Monuments As With Men, Position Means Everything.

There Is Neither Vice Nor Virtue, There Are Only Circumstances.

I Do Not Regard A Broker As A Member Of The Human Race.

At Thirty Years A Woman Asks Her Lover To Give Her Back The Esteem She Has Forfeited For His Sake; She Lives Only For Him, Her Thoughts Are Full Of His Future, He Must Have A Great Career, She Bids Him Make It Glorious; She Can Obey, Entreat, Command, Humble Herself, Or Rise In Pride; Times Without Number She Brings Comfort When A Young Girl Can Only Make Moan.