Truth Is No Man's Slave - But

To Everything There Is An End - Except Fear.

Luck Enters Into Every Contingency. You Are A Fool If You Forget It -- And A Greater Fool If You Count Upon It.

Truth Is No Man's Slave - But Lies - What Magnificent Servants They Make.

... One Pets What One Degrades; And One Has To Support What One Has Enfeebled

... Most People Are Dead, And None Of Them Seem To Mind It. One Hears A Great Many Complaints About Life, Doesn't One? And There Are People I Know Who Would Certainly Grumble -- However Dead They Were -- If There Were Anything To Grumble At.