There Are Words Which Cut Like Steel.

To Speak Of Love Is To Make Love.

Above All Do Not Ask That Justice Be Just: It Is Just, Because It Is Justice. The Idea Of A Just Justice Could Have Originated Only In The Brain Of An Anarchist.

Rare Is The Man Who Suffers No Remorse As He Passes From The State Of Confidant To That Of Rival.

Admiration Bestowed Upon Any One But Ourselves Is Always Tedious.

No Hawk Swooping Down Upon His Prey, No Stag Improvising New Detours By Which To Trick The Huntsman, No Dog Scenting Game From Afar Is Comparable In Speed To The Celerity Of A Salesman When He Gets Wind A Deal, To His Skill In Tripping Up Or Forestalling A Rival, And To The Art With Which He Sniffs Out And Discovers A Possible Sale.