It Is The Dim Haze Of Mystery

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

Cats Don't Caress Us-they Caress Themselves On Us.

Man Spends His Life In Reasoning On The Past, In Complaining Of The Present, In Fearing Future.

The Most Civilized People Are As Near To Barbarism As The Most Polished Steel Is To Rust. Nations, Like Metals, Have Only A Superficial Brilliancy.

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.