How Happy Are The Pessimists! What Joy

We Don't Believe In Rheumatism And True Love Until After The First Attack.

The World Belongs To Those Who Possess It, And Is Scorned By Those To Whom It Should Belong.

Even A Stopped Clock Is Right Twice Every Day. After Some Years, It Can Boast Of A Long Series Of Successes.

Even Virtue Is An Art; And Even Its Devotees Are Divided Into Those Who Practise It And Those Who Are Merely Amateurs.

He Who Has Trusted Where He Ought Not Will Surely Mistrust Where He Ought Not.