The Mania Of Thinking Renders One Unfit

Never Lend Books, For No One Ever Returns Them; The Only Books I Have In My Library Are Books That Other Folks Have Left Me.

Our Passions Are Ourselves.

Change Is The Essence Of Life.

For A Man’s Life Would Become Intolerable, If He Knew What Was Going To Happen To Him. He Would Be Made Aware Of Future Evils, And Would Suffer Their Agonies In Advance, While He Would Get No Joy Of Present Blessings Since He Would Know How They Would End. Ignorance Is The Necessary Condition Of Human Happiness, And It Has To Be Admitted That On The Whole Mankind Observes That Condition Well. We Are Almost Entirely Ignorant Of Ourselves; Absolutely Of Others. In Ignorance, We Find Our Bliss; In Illusions, Our Happiness.

Unhappiness Does Make People Look Stupid.