The Great Wheel Of Fate Rolls On

We White People Think That We Know Everything.

Wealth Is Good, And If It Comes Our Way We Will Take It; But A Gentleman Does Not Sell Himself For Wealth.

The Sky Aft Was Dark As Pitch, But The Moon Still Shone Brightly Ahead Of Us And Lit Up The Blackness. Beneath Its Sheen A Huge White-topped Breaker, Twenty Feet High Or More, Was Rushing On To Us. It Was On The Break-the Moon Shone On Its Crest And Tipped Its Foam With Light. On It Rushed Beneath The Inky Sky, Driven By The Awful Squall Behind It.

Adventurer: He That Goes To Meet Whatever May Come. Well, That Is What We All Do In The World One Way Or Another.

Laughter And Bitterness Are Often The Veils With Which A Sore Heart Wraps Its Weakness From The World.