What Isn’t Clear, Isn’t French.

Gold Like The Sun, Which Melts Wax, But Hardens Clay, Expands Great Souls.

Familiarity Is The Root Of The Closest Friendships, As Well As The Interests Hatreds.

Wrong Is Wrong; No Fallacy Can Hide It, No Subterfuge Cover It So Shrewdly But That The All-seeing One Will Discover And Punish It.

It Is The Dim Haze Of Mystery That Adds Enchantment To Pursuit.

There Are Men Who Gain From Their Wealth Only The Fear Of Losing It.