Belief Of Some Sort Is The Lifeblood

There Is No Knife That Cuts So Sharply And With Such Poisoned Blade As Treachery.

When One Has Not Father, Or Mother, Or Brother, And All One's Friends Have Barely Bread Enough For Themselves, Life Cannot Be Very Easy, Nor Its Crusts Very Many At Any Time.

Charity Is A Flower Not Naturally Of Earthly Growth, And It Needs Manuring With A Promise Of Profit.

There Is A Self-evident Axiom, That She Who Is Born A Beauty Is Half Married.

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