In A World Of Hunchbacks, A Fine

God Is The Author, Men Are Only The Players. These Grand Pieces Which Are Played Upon Earth Have Been Composed In Heaven.

Men Die In Despair, While Spirits Die In Ecstasy.

Where Some One Else's Welfare Is Concerned, A Young Girl Becomes As Ingenious As A Thief. Guileless Where She Herself Is In Question, And Full Of Foresight For Me,-she Is Like A Heavenly Angel Forgiving The Strange Incomprehensible Sins Of Earth.

Man Is Neither Good Nor Bad; He Is Born With Instincts And Abilities.

Nothing Is As Heady As The Wine Of Misfortune.