The Unfortunate Do Not Pity The Unfortunate.

Life Is Like A Mountain: After Climbing Up One Side And Sliding Down The Other, Put Up The Sled.

We Mingle In Society Not So Much To Meet Others As To Escape Ourselves.

The Truly Innocent Are Those Who Not Only Are Guiltless Themselves But Who Think Others Are.

The Easiest Thing For Our Friends To Discover In Us, And The Hardest Thing For Us To Discover In Ourselves, Is That We Are Growing Old.

Our Continual Desire For Praise Ought To Convince Us Of Our Mortality, If Nothing Else Will.