How Is It The Great

Is It Worth While To Observe That There Are No Venetian Blinds In Venice?

The Mortality Of All Inanimate Things Is Terrible To Me, But That Of Books Most Of All.

We Are Creatures Of The Moment; We Live From One Little Space To Another, And Only One Interest At A Time Fills These.

The Difficulty Is To Know Conscience From Self-interest.

Each One Of Us Must Suffer Long To Himself Before He Can Learn That He Is But One In A Great Community Of Wretchedness Which Has Been Pitilessly Repeating Itself From The Foundation Of The World.