Books Which Are No Books.

I Am, In Plainer Words, A Bundle Of Prejudices - Made Up Of Likings And Dislikings.

We Were Happier When We Were Poorer, But We Were Also Younger.

May My Last Breath Be Drawn Through A Pipe, And Exhaled In A Jest.

Nothing Puzzles Me More Than Time And Space; And Yet Nothing Troubles Me Less, As I Never Think About Them.

Our Spirits Grow Gray Before Our Hairs.