You Can Be Sincere And Still Be

..., Twice Two Is Four Is Not Life, Gentlemen, But The Beginning Of Death.

Man Only Likes To Count His Troubles, But He Does Not Count His Joys.

Now I'm Living Out My Life In A Corner, Trying To Console Myself With The Stupid, Useless Excuse That An Intelligent Man Cannot Turn Himself Into Anything, That Only A Fool Can Make Anything He Wants Out Of Himself.

Intelligence Alone Is Not Nearly Enough When It Comes To Acting Wisely.

Even As I Approach The Gambling Hall, As Soon As I Hear, Two Rooms Away, The Jingle Of Money Poured Out On The Table, I Almost Go Into Convulsions.