Fortune Leaves Always Some Door Open To

God Who Sends The Wound Sends The Medicine.

Miracle Me No Miracles.

Man Appoints, And God Disappoints.

History Is In A Manner A Sacred Thing, So Far As It Contains Truth; For Where Truth Is, The Supreme Father Of It May Also Be Said To Be, At Least, Inasmuch As Concerns Truth.

One Day, In The San Francisco Walk, He Came Upon Some Badly Painted Figures And Observed That Good Painters Imitate Nature But Bad Ones Vomit It Forth.