Women Always Have Some Mental Reservation.

When You Stay Too Long In The Same Place, Things And People Go To Pot On You, They Rot And Start Stinking For Your Special Benefit.

The Sadness Of The World Has Different Ways Of Getting To People, But It Seems To Succeed Almost Every Time.

Even Diseases Have Lost Their Prestige, There Aren't So Many Of Them Left. Think It Over... No More Syphilis, No More Clap, No More Typhoid... Antibiotics Have Taken Half The Tragedy Out Of Medicine.

An Immense Hatred Keeps Me Alive... I Would Live For A Thousand Years If I Were Certain Of Seeing The Whole World Croak.

Poor People Never, Or Hardly Ever, Ask For An Explanation Of All They Have To Put Up With. They Hate One Another, And Content Themselves With That.