A Grimy Fly Can Soil

It Is Easier To Ask Of The Poor Than Of The Rich.

I Was Oppressed With A Sense Of Vague Discontent And Dissatisfaction With My Own Life, Which Was Passing So Quickly And Uninterestingly, And I Kept Thinking It Would Be A Good Thing If I Could Tear My Heart Out Of My Breast, That Heart Which Had Grown So Weary Of Life.

If Our Life Has A Meaning, An Aim, It Has Nothing To Do With Our Personal Happiness, But Something Wiser And Greater.

A Sweet Lie Is More Gracious For Us Than A Virulent But Real Truth.

If I Had Listened To The Critics I'd Have Died Drunk In The Gutter