The World Never Leaves One In Ignorance

There Is No Knife That Cuts So Sharply And With Such Poisoned Blade As Treachery.

Count Art By Gold, And It Fetters The Feet It Once Winged.

I Have Known Men Who Have Been Sold And Bought A Hundred Times, Who Have Only Got Very Fat And Very Comfortable In The Process Of Exchange.

We Only See Clearly When We Have Reached The Depths Of Woe.

Honor Is An Old-world Thing; But It Smells Sweet To Those In Whose Hand It Is Strong.