A Man Who Permits His Honor To

They Merit More Praise Who Know How To Suffer Misery Than Those Who Temper Themselves In Contentment.

Why Should I Be Ashamed To Describe What Nature Was Not Ashamed To Create?

The Best Thing For A Man To Do Is To Be Born And, Being Born, To Die At Once.

We Are The Buffoons Of Our Children.

And There Is Quite A Different Sort Of Conversation Around A Fire Than There Is In The Shadow Of A Beech Tree.... Four Dry Logs Have In Them All The Circumstance Necessary To A Conversation Of Four Or Five Hours, With Chestnuts On The Plate And A Jug Of Wine Between The Legs. Yes, Let Us Love Winter, For It Is The Spring Of Genius.