Beggars Market Their Incapacity.

Humor Does Not Rescue Us From Unhappiness, But Enables Us To Move Back From It A Little.

Looking Backward At What Has Been Lost, I Feel Sad, Then Indifferent, And At Last Relieved.

The Public Is A Hibernating Bear, Hard To Awaken And Fond Of Honey.

In New York, One Must Collapse To Be Indolent.

Boredom, Not The Will, Is The Mother Of Change. Necessity Is The Father.