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Good Sense About Trivialities Is Better Than Nonsense About Things That Matter.

Every One, Even The Richest And Most Munificent Of Men, Pays Much By Cheque More Light-heartedly Than He Pays Little In Specie.

Fate Weaves The Darkness, Which Is Perhaps Why She Weaves So Badly.

It Seems To Be A Law Of Nature That No Man, Unless He Has Some Obvious Physical Deformity, Ever Is Loth To Sit For His Portrait.

There Is In The Human Race Some Dark Spirit Of Recalcitrance, Always Pulling Us In The Direction Contrary To That In Which We Are Reasonably Expected To Go.