The World Is The House Of The

There Is Less Harm To Be Suffered In Being Mad Among Madmen Than In Being Sane All By Oneself.

You Live As If You Were Destined To Live Forever, No Thought Of Your Frailty Ever Enters Your Head, Of How Much Time Has Already Gone By You Take No Heed. You Squander Time As If You Drew From A Full And Abundant Supply, So All The While That Day Which You Bestow On Some Person Or Thing Is Perhaps Your Last. You Have All The Fears Of Mortals And All The Desires Of Immortals… What Foolish Forgetfulness Of Mortality To Defer Wise Resolutions To The Fiftieth Or Sixtieth Year, And To Intend To Begin Life At A Point To Which Few Have Attained.

Bad Company Is As Instructive As Licentiousness. One Makes Up For The Loss Of One's Innocence With The Loss Of One's Prejudices.

The Pit Of A Theatre Is The One Place Where The Tears Of Virtuous And Wicked Men Alike Are Mingled.

As Long As The Centuries Continue To Unfold, The Number Of Books Will Grow Continually, And One Can Predict That A Time Will Come When It Will Be Almost As Difficult To Learn Anything From Books As From The Direct Study Of The Whole Universe. It Will Be Almost As Convenient To Search For Some Bit Of Truth Concealed In Nature As It Will Be To Find It Hidden Away In An Immense Multitude Of Bound Volumes.