Never Was There A Dingier, Uglier, Less

Who Can Tell Where Happiness May Come, Or Where, Though An Expected Guest, It May Never Show Its Face?

Our Most Intimate Friend Is Not He To Whom We Show The Worst, But The Best Of Our Nature.

Labor Is The Curse Of The World, And Nobody Can Meddle With It Without Becoming Proportionately Brutalized.

Truth Often Finds Its Way To The Mind Close Muffled In Robes Of Sleep, And Then Speaks With Uncompromising Directness Of Matters In Regard To Which We Practise An Unconscious Self-deception During Our Waking Moments.

Echo Is The Voice Of A Reflection In A Mirror.