Today Nobility Is Gone: There Is Only

Society Proceeds Like The Ocean. After A Disaster, It Resume Its Wonted Level And Rhythms; Its Devouring Interests Efface All Traces Of Damage.

Poverty Is A Divine Stepmother Who Does For Youths What Their Own Mothers Were Unable To Do. It Introduces Them To Frugality, To The World And To Life.

Danger Arouses Interest. Where Death Is Involved, The Vilest Criminal Invariably Stirs A Little Compassion.

When One Has No Particular Talent For Anything, One Takes To The Pen.

Time Is The Only Capital Of Those Who Just Have Their Inteligence As Fortune.