All Changes Are More Or Less Tinged

Injustice Is A Sixth Sense, And Rouses All The Others.

This World Is Run With Far Too Tight A Rein For Luck To Interfere. Fortune Sells Her Wares; She Never Gives Them. In Some Form Or Other, We Pay For Her Favors; Or We Go Empty Away.

There Is No Corner Too Quiet, Or Too Far Away, For A Woman To Make Sorrow In It.

Whatever The Scientists May Say, If We Take The Supernatural Out Of Life, We Leave Only The Unnatural.

Mediocrity Is Always In A Rush; But Whatever Is Worth Doing At All Is Worth Doing With Consideration. For Genius Is Nothing More Nor Less Than Doing Well What Anyone Can Do Badly.