In Order To Be Happy, Think Of

In Bringing Up A Child, Think Of Its Old Age.

Genuine Witticisms Surprise Those Who Say Them As Much As Those Who Listen To Them; They Arise In Us In Spite Of Us, Or, At Least, Without Our Participation,--like Everything Inspired.

God Is The Place Where I Do Not Remember The Rest.

Taste Is The Literary Conscience Of The Soul.

Words, Like Glass, Obscure When They Do Not Aid Vision.