It Is Only In The Microscope That

Necessity Is The Constant Scourge Of The Lower Classes, Ennui Of The Higher Ones.

Scoundrels Are Always Sociable.

A Man Never Is Happy, But Spends His Whole Life In Striving After Something Which He Thinks Will Make Him So; He Seldom Attains His Goal, And When He Does, It Is Only To Be Disappointed; He Is Mostly Shipwrecked In The End, And Comes Into Harbor With Mast And Rigging Gone. And Then, It Is All One Whether He Has Been Happy Or Miserable; For His Life Was Never Anything More Than A Present Moment Always Vanishing; And Now It Is Over.

Everybody's Friend Is Nobody's.

It Is The Courage To Make A Clean Breast Of It In The Face Of Every Question That Makes The Philosopher.