Strong And Bitter Words Indicate A Weak

...though We Chisel Away As Best We Can At The Mysterious Block From Which Our Life Is Made, The Black Vein Of Destiny Continually Reappears.

Idleness Is A Mother. She Has A Son, Robbery, And A Daughter, Hunger.

You Would Have Imagined Her At One Moment A Maniac, At Another A Queen.

Habit Is The Nursery Of Errors.

Love Is The Foolishness Of Men, And The Wisdom Of God.