The Harder I Work The

To Endure The Pain Of Living, We All Drug Ourselves More Or Less With Gin, With Literature, With Superstitions, With Romance, With Idealism, Political, Sentimental, And Moral, With Every Possible Preparation Of That Universal Hashish: Imagination.

It Exasperated Her To Think That The Dungeon In Which She Had Languished For So Many Unhappy Years Had Been Unlocked All The Time, And That The Impulses She Had So Carefully Struggled With And Stifled For The Sake Of Keeping Well With Society, Were Precisely Those By Which Alone She Could Have Come Into Any Sort Of Sincere Human Contact.

What A Man Believes May Be Ascertained, Not From His Creed, But From The Assumptions On Which He Habitually Acts.

The Love Of Economy Is The Root Of All Virtue.

Every Man Deserves To Be Judged In The Context Of His Times.