The Product Of The Head,

Life Without Absorbing Occupation Is Hell; Joy Consists In Forgetting Life.

The Final Proof Of Greatness Lies In Being Able To Endure Contumely Without Resentment.

Not Only Does Beauty Fade, But It Leaves A Record Upon The Face As To What Became Of It.

Love Is Not Really Blind- The Bandage Is Never So Tight But That It Can Peep.

The Past Is One Evil Less And One Memory More.