Metaphysics Is The Finding Of Bad Reasons

Our Live Experiences, Fixed In Aphorisms, Stiffen Into Cold Epigrams. Our Heart's Blood, As We Write It, Turns To Mere Dull Ink.

The Secret Of Happiness Is To Admire Without Desiring. And That Is Not Happiness.

True Penitence Condemns To Silence. What A Man Is Ready To Recall He Would Be Willing To Repeat.

The Propriety Of Some Persons Seems To Consist In Having Improper Thoughts About Their Neighbors.

Where Everything Is Bad It Must Be Good To Know The Worst.