Miserliness Is A Capital Quality

The Very Truth Hath A Colour From The Disposition Of The Utterer.

It Is Never Too Late To Become The Person You Always Thought You Could Be.

But Most Of Us Are Apt To Settle Within Ourselves That The Man Who Blocks Our Way Is Odious, And Not To Mind Causing Him A Little Of The Disgust Which His Personality Excites In Ourselves.

We Are All Of Us Imaginative In Some Form Or Other, For Images Are The Brood Of Desire.

We Have All Our Secret Sins; And If We Knew Ourselves We Should Not Judge Each Other Harshly.