Sorrow Is Never More Sorrowful Than When

A Peculiar Work In Any Art Must Not Be Too Hastily Judged. New Styles Have To Create New Tastes.

The Life Even Of A Just Man Is A Round Of Petty Frauds; That Of A Knave A Series Of Greater. We Degrade Life By Our Follies And Vices, And Then Complain That The Unhappiness Which Is Only Their Accompaniment Is Inherent In The Constitution Of Things.

The Trouble With Men Of Sense Is That They Are So Dreadfully In Earnest All The While.

Something Of A Person's Character May Be Observed By How They Smile. Some Never Smile They Only Grin.

It Is Only An Error Of Judgment To Make A Mistake, But It Argues An Infirmity Of Character To Adhere To It When Discovered.