Belief Of Some Sort Is The Lifeblood

Power Is Sweet, And When You Are A Little Clerk You Love Its Sweetness Quite As Much As If You Were An Emperor, And Maybe You Love It A Good Deal More.

Humiliation Is A Guest That Only Comes To Those Who Have Made Ready His Resting-place, And Will Give Him A Fair Welcome. ... No One Can Disgrace You Save Yourself.

Brussels Is A Gay Little City That Lies As Bright Within Its Girdle Of Woodland As Any Butterfly That Rests Upon Moss.

Charity In Various Guises Is An Intruder The Poor See Often; But Courtesy And Delicacy Are Visitants With Which They Are Seldom Honored.

To Vice, Innocence Must Always Seem Only A Superior Kind Of Chicanery.