Nature . . . Has Buried Truth

My Enemy Is Not The Man Who Wrongs Me, But The Man Who Means To Wrong Me.

These Differences, They Say, Are Three: Shape, Arrangement, And Position; Because They Hold That What Is Differs Only In Contour, Inter-contact, Inclination.

Men Have Fashioned An Image Of Chance As An Excuse For Their Own Stupidity. For Chance Rarely Conflicts With Intelligence, And Most Things In Life Can Be Set In Order By An Intelligent Sharpsightedness.

The Person Who Can Laugh With Life Has Developed Deep Roots With Confidence And Faith-faith In Oneself, In People And In The World, As Contrasted To Negative Ideas With Distrust And Discouragement.

The Sweetest Things Become The Most Bitter By Excess.