Wisdom Is Keeping A Sense

A Bad Memory Is The Mother Of Invention.

We Soon Cease To Feel The Grief At The Deaths Of Our Friends, Yet We Continue To The End Of Our Lives To Miss Them. They Are Still With Us In Their Absence.

We Are Closer To The Ants Than To The Butterflies. Very Few People Can Endure Much Leisure.

Do Not Believe Those Persons Who Say They Have Never Been Jealous. What They Mean Is That They Have Never Been In Love.

It Is By Sitting Down To Write Every Morning That He Becomes A Writer. Those Who Do Not Do This Remain Amateurs.