There Are Two Things That

In The Fine Arts, As In Many Other Things, We Know Well Only What We Have Not Learned.

Love Is Like Epidemic Diseases. The More One Fears It The More Likely One Is To Contract It.

There Are Two Things That One Must Get Used To Or One Will Find Life Unendurable: The Damages Of Time And Injustices Of Men.

Vain Is Equivalent To Empty; Thus Vanity Is So Miserable A Thing, That One Cannot Give It A Worse Name Than Its Own. It Proclaims Itself For What It Is.

Living Is A Sickness To Which Sleep Provides Relief Every Sixteen Hours. It's A Palliative. The Remedy Is Death.