A Work Of Art Is An Exaggeration.

Nothing Is More Fatal To Happiness Than The Remembrance Of Happiness.

The Itch Is A Mean, Unconfessable, Ridiculous Malady; One Can Pity Someone Who Is Suffering ; Someone Who Wants To Scratch Himself Makes One Laugh.

The Wise Man Is He Who Constantly Wonders Afresh.

The World Will Be Saved By One Or Two People.

True Kindness Presupposes The Faculty Of Imagining As One's Own The Suffering And Joys Of Others.