Genius, Like Truth, Has A Shabby And

I Have No Confidence In A Man Whose Faults You Cannot See.

Man Hoards Himself When He Has Nothing To Give Away.

When One Realizes That His Life Is Worthless He Either Commits Suicide Or Travels.

Men Are Too Unstable To Be Just; They Are Crabbed Because They Have Not Passed Water At The Usual Time, Or Testy Because They Have Not Been Stroked Or Praised.

It Is Hideous And Coarse To Assume That We Can Do Something For Others-and It Is Vile Not To Endeavor To Do It.