An Aphorism Is Not An Aphorism Unless

The Substance Of The Eminent Socialist Gentlemen's Speech Is That Making A Profit Is A Sin. It Is My Belief That The Real Sin Is Taking A Loss!

Now At Last The Slowly Gathered, Long-pent-up Fury Of The Storm Broke Upon Us. Four Or Five Millions Of Men Met Each Other In The First Shock Of The Most Merciless Of All The Wars Of Which Record Has Been Kept.

I Felt As If I Were Walking With Destiny, And That All My Past Life Had Been But A Preparation For This Hour And For This Trial... I Thought I Knew A Good Deal About It All, I Was Sure I Should Not Fail.

This Beginning With Audacity, Or Being Thrown Into The Middle Of It, Is Already A Very Great Part Of The Art Of Painting.

Time Passes Swiftly, But Is It Not Joyous To See How Great And Growing Is The Treasure We Have Gathered Together, Amid The Storms And Stresses Of So Many Eventful And To Millions Tragic And Terrible Years?