Oh Happy Pessimists! What A Joy It

Between Being Able To And Actually Doing Something Lies An Ocean, And On Its Bottom Rests All Too Often The Wreck Of Willpower.

Happy Slaves Are The Bitterest Enemies Of Freedom.

All That Is Due To Us Will Be Paid, Although Not Perhaps By Those To Whom We Have Lent.

Imaginary Evils Are Incurable.

Calmness Is The Graceful Form Of Confidence.