I Detest My Fellow-beings And Do Not

Melancholy Is A Sensual Pleasure That Is Deliberately Provoked. How Many People Shut Themselves Away To Make Themselves Sadder, Or To Weep Beside A Stream, Or Choose A Sentimental Book! We Are Constantly Building And Unbuilding Ourselves.

Je Suis Autant Chinois Que Fran C° Ais. I Am As Much Chinese As French.

As You Get Older, The Heart Shed Its Leaves Like A Tree. You Cannot Hold Out Against Certain Winds. Each Day Tears Away A Few More Leaves; And Then There Are The Storms That Break Off Several Branches At One Go. And While Nature’s Greenery Grows Back Again In The Spring, That Of The Heart Never Grows Back.

I Love Good Sense Above All, Perhaps Because I Have None.

Snicker On Hearing His Name: 'the Gentleman Who Thinks We Are Descended From The Apes.'