Marriage Follows On Love As Smoke On

The Majority Of The Books Of Our Time Give One The Impression Of Having Been Manufactured In A Day Out Of Books Read The Day Before.

Stupidity Would Not Be Absolute Stupidity Did It Not Fear Intelligence.

Life Is A Malady In Which Sleep Soothes Us Every Sixteen Hours; It Is A Palliation; Death Is The Remedy.

Most Benefactors Are Like Unskillful Generals Who Take The City And Leave The Citadel Intact.

The New Friends Whom We Make After Attaining A Certain Age And By Whom We Would Fain Replace Those Whom We Have Lost, Are To Our Old Friends What Glass Eyes, False Teeth And Wooden Legs Are To Real Eyes, Natrual Teeth And Legs Of Flesh And Bone.