We Are Punished By Our Sins, Not

Rivalry Is The Life Of Trade, And The Death Of The Trader.

The Line Between Failure And Success Is So Fine That We Scarcely Know When We Pass It: So Fine That We Are Often On The Line And Do Not Know It.

Wealth: A Cunning Device Of Fate Whereby Men Are Made Captive, And Burdened With Responsibilites From Which Only Death Can File Their Fetters.

The Stupidity Of One Brain Multiplied By Twelve.

The Happiness Of This Life Depends Less On What Befalls You Than The Way In Which You Take It.