Whoever Fights, Whoever Falls, Justice Conquers Evermore

Find The Journey's End In Every Step.

To Believe In Luck ... Is Skepticism.

The Solitary Knows The Essence Of The Thought, The Scholar In Society Only Its Fair Face.

So Each Man, Like Each Plant, Has His Parasites. A Strong, Astringent, Bilious Nature Has More Truculent Enemies Than The Slugs And Moths That Fret My Leaves. Such A One Has Curculios, Borers, Knife-worms; A Swindler Ate Him First, Then A Client, Then A Quack, Then Smooth, Plausible Gentlemen, Bitter And Selfish As Moloch.

Whatever You Do, You Need Courage. Whatever Course You Decide Upon, There Is Always Someone To Tell You That You Are Wrong.