Happiness Is Often Hard-hearted.

Old Age: I Fall Asleep During The Funerals Of My Friends.

Writing Is A Refuge From Unhappiness, But Has Its Own Sorrows.

Fear Regulates. Appetite Impels.

Our Public Monuments Are Memorials To The Enlightenment.

Striving Toward A Goal Puts A More Pleasing Construction On Our Advance Toward Death.