It Is Only The Dead Who Do

We Are Never Quits With Those Who Oblige Us," Was Dantes' Reply; "for When We Do Not Owe Them Money, We Owe Them Gratitude.

(...) The Tree Forsakes Not The Flower: The Flower Falls From The Tree.

It Is Rare That One Can See In A Little Boy The Promise Of A Man, But One Can Almost Always See In A Little Girl The Threat Of A Woman.

...remember That What Has Once Been Done May Be Done Again.

Those Born To Wealth, And Who Have The Means Of Gratifying Every Wish, Know Not What Is The Real Happiness Of Life, Just As Those Who Have Been Tossed On The Stormy Waters Of The Ocean On A Few Frail Planks Can Alone Realize The Blessings Of Fair Weather.