We Generally Get The Evil We Expect.

A Poverty That Is Universal May Be Cheerfully Borne; It Is An Individual Poverty That Is Painful And Humiliating.

This World Is Run With Far Too Tight A Rein For Luck To Interfere. Fortune Sells Her Wares; She Never Gives Them. In Some Form Or Other, We Pay For Her Favors; Or We Go Empty Away.

There Are No Little Events In Life, Those We Think Of No Consequence May Be Full Of Fate, And It Is At Our Own Risk If We Neglect The Acquaintances And Opportunities That Seem To Be Casually Offered, And Of Small Importance.

It Is Only In Sorrow Bad Weather Masters Us; In Joy We Face The Storm And Defy It.

It Is Not That We Have A Soul, We Are A Soul.