The Poor Are The Human Manure In

When One Tears Away The Veils And Shows Them Naked, People's Souls Give Off Such A Pungent Smell Of Decay.

Great Ladies ... Are Like The Best Sauces -- It Is Better Not To Know How They Are Made.

The Poor Are The Human Manure In Which Grow The Harvests Of Life, The Harvests Of Joy Which The Rich Reap.

Nature’s Constantly Screaming With All Its Shapes And Scents: Love Each Other! Love Each Other! Do As The Flowers. There’s Only Love.

To Take Something From A Person And Keep It For Oneself: That Is Robbery. To Take Something From One Person And Then Turn It Over To Another In Exchange For As Much Money As You Can Get: That Is Business. Robbery Is So Much More Stupid, Since It Is Satisfied With A Single, Frequently Dangerous Profit; Whereas In Business It Can Be Doubled Without Danger.