We Must Not Stand Upon Trifles.

Troubles Take Wing For The Man Who Can Sing.

They Must Take Me For A Fool, Or Even Worse, A Lunatic. And No Wonder ,for I Am So Intensely Conscious Of My Misfortune And My Misery Is So Overwhelming That I Am Powerless To Resist It And Am Being Turned Into Stone, Devoid Of All Knowledge Or Feeling.

Wit And Humor Do Not Reside In Slow Minds.

For Let Us Women Be Never So Ill-favored, I Imagine That We Are Always Delighted To Hear Ourselves Called Handsome.

The Pen Is The Tongue Of The Mind.