All The Arts Of Refinement Have Mutual

Nothing Is More Unreliable Than The Populace, Nothing More Obscure Than Human Intentions, Nothing More Deceptive Than The Whole Electoral System.

The Comfort Derived From The Misery Of Others Is Slight.

I Cheerfully Quit From Life As If It Were An Inn, Not A Home; For Nature Has Given Us A Hostelry In Which To Sojourn, Not To Abide.

Rightly Defined Philosophy Is Simply The Love Of Wisdom.

Men, In Whatever Anxiety They May Be, If They Are Men, Sometimes Indulge In Relaxation.