By Persisting In Your Path,

Bring Me Wine, But Wine Which Never Grew In The Belly Of The Grape

The Selfish Man Suffers More From His Selfishness Than He From Whom That Selfishness Withholds Some Important Benefit.

Wit Makes Its Own Welcome, And Levels All Distinctions.

Every Man Alone Is Sincere. At The Entrance Of A Second Person, Hypocrisy Begins. We Parry And Fend The Approach Of Our Fellow-man By Compliments, By Gossip, By Amusements, By Affairs. We Cover Up Our Thought From Him Under A Hundred Folds.

A Party Is Perpetually Corrupted By Personality.