For Misery Don't Blame God.

We Can't All Be Friends And Relatives As The World Is; Most Of Us Have To Be Strangers.

... We Are All Terribly Alone No Matter What People Say.

We're Persecuted In The Most Civilized Languages.

No Use Fanning Up Hot Coals When You Have To Walk Across Them.

Writers Who Can't Invent Stories Often Substitute Style For Narrative. They Remind Me Of The Painter Who Couldn't Paint People, So He Painted Chairs.