Be My Brother Or I Will Kill

Spero Speroni Explains Admirably How An Author Who Writes Very Clearly For Himself Is Often Obscure To His Readers. "it Is," He Says, "because The Author Proceeds From The Thought To The Expression, And The Reader From The Expression To The Thought.

He Who Disguises Tyranny, Protection, Or Even Benefits Under The Air And Name Of Friendship Reminds Me Of The Guilty Priest Who Poisoned The Sacramental Bread.

The New Friends Whom We Make After Attaining A Certain Age And By Whom We Would Fain Replace Those Whom We Have Lost, Are To Our Old Friends What Glass Eyes, False Teeth And Wooden Legs Are To Real Eyes, Natrual Teeth And Legs Of Flesh And Bone.

Contact With The World Either Breaks Or Hardens The Heart.

Preoccupation With Money Is The Great Test Of Small Natures, But Only A Small Test Of Great Ones.