It Is Stupid To Grieve

Verrà La Morte E Avrà I Tuoi Occhi. (death Will Come And It Will Have Your Eyes.)

Writing Is A Fine Thing, Because It Combines The Two Pleasures Of Talking To Yourself And Talking To A Crowd.

Misfortunes Cannot Suffice To Make A Fool Into An Intelligent Man.

The Closing Years Of Life Are Like The End Of A Masquerade Party, When The Masks Are Dropped.

A Decision, An Action, Are Infallible Omens Of What We Shall Do Another Time, Not For Any Vague, Mystic, Astrological Reason But Because They Result From An Automatic Reaction That Will Repeat Itself.