I Do Not Know Myself, And God

Poor Fool! In Whose Petty Estimation All Things Are Little.

Literature Is A Fragment Of A Fragment. Of All That Ever Happened, Or Has Been Said, But A Fraction Has Been Written; And Of This But Little Is Extant.

When You Lose Interest In Anything, You Also Lose The Memory For It.

It Is So Hard That One Cannot Really Have Confidence In Doctors And Yet Cannot Do Without Them.

The Further One Advances In Experience, The Closer One Comes To The Unfathomable; The More One Learns To Utilize Experience, The More One Recognizes That The Unfathomable Is Of No Practical Value.