The Self-hatred That Destroys Is The Waste

One Begins With Two People On A Stage, And One Of Them Had Better Say Something Pretty Quick.

The Self-hatred That Destroys Is The Waste Of Unfulfilled Promise.

How Many Of Us Would Be Willing To Settle When We're Young For What We Eventually Get? All Those Plans We Make...what Happens To Them? It's Only A Handful Of The Lucky Ones That Can Look Back And Say That They Even Came Close.

A Too Constant Preoccupation With Money May Seem To Indicate The Lack Of A Proper Sense Of Moral Values, But [let] Those Who Have Always Had Money . . . Be Without It For A While, And They Will Soon Discover How Quickly It Becomes Their Chief Concern.

Boredom Is The Keynote Of Poverty — Of All Its Indignities, It Is Perhaps The Hardest Of All To Live With — For Where There Is No Money There Is No Change Of Any Kind, Not Of Scene Or Of Routine. To Be Able To Break Out Of Its Dark Brown Sameness.