Whatever The Scientists May Say, If We

There Is No Corner Too Quiet, Or Too Far Away, For A Woman To Make Sorrow In It.

When A Man Has Calamity Upon Calamity The World Generally Concludes That He Must Be A Very Wicked Man To Deserve Them. Perhaps The World Is Right; But It Is Also Just Possible That The World ... May Be Wrong.

What We Buy, And Pay For, Is Part Of Ourselves.

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.

Injustice Is A Sixth Sense, And Rouses All The Others.