A Writer Is Rarely So Well Inspired

The Future Is Hidden Even From Those Who Are Forging It.

Distrust Even Mathematics; Albeit So Sublime And Highly Perfected, We Have Here A Machine Of Such Delicacy It Can Only Work In Vacuo, And One Grain Of Sand In The Wheels Is Enough To Put Everything Out Of Gear. One Shudders To Think To What Disaster Such A Grain Of Sand May Bring A Mathematical Brain. Remember Pascal.

Man Is So Made That He Can Only Find Relaxation From One Kind Of Labor By Taking Up Another.

Time Deals Gently Only With Those Who Take It Gently.

Ugly Women May Be Naturally Quite As Capricious As Pretty Ones; But As They Are Never Petted And Spoiled, And As No Allowances Are Made For Them, They Soon Find Themselves Obliged Either To Suppress Their Whims Or To Hide Them.