Laughter Is Always Fatal To

In All Troublous Events We May Find Comfort, Though It Be Only In The Negative Admission That Things Might Have Been Worse.

... How Poorly Do We Love Even Those Whom We Love Most! We Are Not Only Bruised By The Limitations Of Their Love For Us, But Also By The Limitations Of Our Own Love For Them.

Move Not In Your Anger; It Is Like Putting To Sea In A Tempest.

Genius Is Nothing More Nor Less Than Doing Well What Anyone Can Do Badly.

... If Fiction Does Not Show Us A Better Life Than Reality, What Is The Good Of It?