Kisses Are The Remnants Of Paradise.

Action Is Consolatory. It Is The Enemy Of Thought And The Friend Of Flattering Illusions.

We Live As We Dream - Alone. While The Dream Disappears, The Life Continues Painfully.

Droll Thing Life Is -- That Mysterious Arrangement Of Merciless Logic For A Futile Purpose. The Most You Can Hope From It Is Some Knowledge Of Yourself -- That Comes Too Late -- A Crop Of Inextinguishable Regrets.

The Conquest Of The Earth, Which Mostly Means The Taking It Away From Those Who Have A Different Complexion Or Slightly Flatter Noses Than Ourselves, Is Not A Pretty Thing When You Look Into It Too Much.

Never Test Another Man By Your Own Weakness.