Why are these things permitted? What sins have we done? The morning service was over, I was walking through the roads to clear my brain for the afternoon, and then—fire, earthquake, death! As if it were Sodom and Gomorrah! All our work undone, all the work— What are these Martians? What are we? I answered, clearing my throat.

The path of social advancement is, and must be, strewn with broken friendships.

Sin embargo, todos los hombres, incluso los más educados, tienen algo de supersticiosos.