Nothing Is Easier Than To Denounce The

When Reason Fails, The Devil Helps!

As Soon As Any One Is Near Me, His Personality Disturbs My Self-complacency And Restricts My Freedom. In Twenty-four Hours I Begin To Hate The Best Of Men: One Because He's Too Long Over His Dinner; Another Because He Has A Cold And Keeps On Blowing His Nose. I Become Hostile To People The Moment They Come Close To Me. But It Has Always Happened That The More I Detest Men Individually The More Ardent Becomes My Love For Humanity.

They Won't Let Me ... I Can't Be ... Good!

Is It Really Not Possible To Touch The Gaming Table Without Being Instantly Infected By Superstition?

Every Man Needs A Place To Go To.