N Every Exalted Joy, There

Misanthropy Is A Suit Of Armor Lined With Thorns.

Who Doesn't Know Anything, Has To Believe Everything.

To Be Young Is Delightful; To Be Old Is Comfortable.

Even Virtue Is An Art; And Even Its Devotees Are Divided Into Those Who Practise It And Those Who Are Merely Amateurs.

Nothing Is So Irretrievably Missed As An Opportunity We Encounter Every Day.