And So, Being In Heaven, It Was

A Criminal Remains A Criminal Whether He Uses A Convict's Suit Or A Monarch's Crown.

God Has Made The Cat To Give Man The Pleasure Of Caressing The Tiger.

At A Certain Depth Of Distress, The Poor, In Their Stupor, Groan No Longer Over Evil, And Are No Longer Thankful For Good.

Sleep Comes More Easily Than It Returns.

Style Is The Substance Of The Subject Called Unceasingly To The Surface.