Another man's, I mean. Few of us can stand prosperity. Another man's, I mean. There is an old-time toast which is golden for its beauty. When you ascend the hill of prosperity may you not meet a friend.
Hunger is the handmaid of genius.
Still, when there is much at stake it is better to get a newspaper to do it. To save three-quarters, count sixty. To save it all, count sixty-five. The man who is ostentatious of his modesty is twin to the statue that wears a fig-leaf. Let me make the superstititions of a nation and I do not care who makes its laws or its songs either.