Chance Is A Second Master.

No Book So Bad But Some Part May Be Of Use.

Man Alone At The Very Moment Of His Birth, Cast Naked Upon The Naked Earth, Does She Abandon To Cries And Lamentations.

Wine Takes Away Reason, Engenders Insanity, Leads To Thousands Of Crimes, And Imposes Such An Enormous Expense On Nations.

Compassion And Shame Come Over One Who Considers How Precarious Is The Origin Of The Proudest Of Living Beings: Often The Smell Of A Lately Extinguished Lamp Is Enough To Cause A Miscarriage. And To Think That From Such A Frail Beginning A Tyrant Or Butcher May Be Born! You Who Trust In Your Physical Strength, Who Embrace The Gifts Of Fortune And Consider Yourself Not Their Ward But Their Son, You Who Have A Domineering Spirit, You Who Consider Yourself A God As Soon As Success Swells Your Breast, Think How Little Could Have Destroyed You!

When Collapse Is Imminent, The Little Rodents Flee.