I Find Nothing More Depressing Than Optimism.

Irony Is The Attendant Of Hope And The Fuel Of Hope Is Innocence.

Exploration Belongs To The Renaissance, Travel To The Bourgeois Age, Tourism To Our Proletarian Moment.

The Middles Cleave To Euphemisms Not Just Because They're An Aid In Avoiding Facts. They Like Them Also Because They Assist Their Social Yearnings Towards Pomposity. This Is Possible Because Most Euphemisms Permit The Speaker To Multiply Syllables, And The Middle Class Confuses Sheer Numerousness With Weight And Value.

Before The Development Of Tourism, Travel Was Conceived To Be Like Study, And It's Fruits Were Considered To Be The Adornment Of The Mind And The Formation Of The Judgment.

The Balls Used In Top Class Games Are Generally Smaller Than Those Used In Others.