Whoever Is Not A Misanthrope At Forty

Woman's Weakness, Not Man's Merit, Oftenest Gains The Suitor's Victory.

Remorse Turns Us Against Ourselves.

Contemptuous People Are Sure To Be Contemptible.

Living Is A Sickness To Which Sleep Provides Relief Every Sixteen Hours. It's A Palliative. The Remedy Is Death.

If You Must Love Your Neighbor As Yourself, It Is At Least As Fair To Love Yourself As Your Neighbor.