We Are Ruled By Chance

Though Man Is The Only Beast That Can Write, He Has Small Reason To Be Proud Of It. When He Utters Something That Is Wise It Is Nothing That The River Horse Does Not Know, And Most Of His Creations Are The Result Of Accident.

I Have No Confidence In A Man Whose Faults You Cannot See.

There Is A Strange And Mighty Race Of People Called The Americans Who Are Rapidly Becoming The Coldest In The World Because Of This Cruel, Man-eating Idol, Lucre.

Man Hoards Himself When He Has Nothing To Give Away.

When One Realizes That His Life Is Worthless He Either Commits Suicide Or Travels.