Tragedy Has The Great Moral Defect Of

False Modesty Is The Most Decent Of All Lies.

We Take Our Colors, Chameleon-like, From Each Other.

Your Intelligence Often Bears The Same Relation To Your Heart As The Library Of A Chateau Does To Its Owner.

He Who Leaves The Game Wins It.

The Most Wasted Day Of All Is That On Which We Have Not Laughed.