The Art Of Living Is The Art

Human Imagination Is Immensely Poorer Than Reality.

All Our "most Sacred Affections " Are Merely Prosaic Habit.

A Love Thought: I Love You So Much That I Could Wish I Had Been Born Your Brother, Or Had Brought You Into The World Myself.

Whatever People May Say, The Fastidious Formal Manner Of The Upper Classes Is Preferable To The Slovenly Easygoing Behaviour Of The Common Middle Class. In Moments Of Crisis, The Former Know How To Act, The Latter Become Uncouth Brutes.

Love Is Desire For Knowledge.