Beauty Without Intelligence Is Like A Hook

Betrayed And Wronged In Everything, I’ll Flee This Bitter World Where Vice Is King, And Seek Some Spot Unpeopled And Apart Where I’ll Be Free To Have An Honest Heart. - Molière, The Misanthrope

Oh, How Fine It Is To Know A Thing Or Two.

If You Suppress Grief Too Much, It Can Well Redouble.

Long Is The Road From Conception To Completion.

It Is A Strange Enterprise To Make Respectable People Laugh.