The Man Whom Fate Employs

To Be Happy, A Man Must Love His Wife As She Chooses To Be Loved.

In All Lands, Sailors Form A Race Apart. They Profess A Congenital Contempt For Landlubbers. As For The Tradesman, He Understands Nothing Of Sailors Nor Cares A Fig About Them. He Is Content To Rob Them If He Can.

It Is No Sin To Be Tempted; The Wickedness Lies In Being Overcome.

The Habits Of Life Form The Soul, And The Soul Forms The Physical Presence.

Misfortune Makes Of Certain Souls A Vast Desert Through Which Rings The Voice Of God.