Truth of a modest sort I can promise you, and also sincerity. That complete, praiseworthy sincerity which, while it delivers one into the hands of one's enemies, is as likely as not to embroil one with one's friends.

Over the lives borne from under the shadow of death there seems to fall the shadow of madness.

An Eastern poet, Ali Ben Abu Taleb, writes with sad truth, "He who has a thousand friends has not a friend to spare, And he who has one enemy shall meet him everywhere

Enemies' promises were made to be broken

It's queer how out of touch with the truth women are. They live in a world of their own, and there has never been anything like it, and never can be. It is too beautiful altogether, and if they were to set it up it would go to pieces before the first sunset.

As in political so in literary action a man wins friends for himself mostly by the passion of his prejudices and the consistent narrowness of his outlook.