Admiration Bestowed Upon Any One But Ourselves

A Mother's Happiness Is Like A Beacon, Lighting Up The Future But Reflected Also On The Past In The Guise Of Fond Memories.

Memories Beautify Life, But The Capacity To Forget Makes It Bearable.

The Parisan, Sauntering The Streets Idly, Is As Often A Man In Despair As A Lounger.

Conventions Are Often More Cruel Than The Law.

Perhaps It Is Only Human Nature To Inflict Suffering On Anything That Will Endure Suffering, Whether By Reason Of Its Genuine Humility, Or Indifference, Or Sheer Helplessness.