Life Resembles A Novel More Often Than

Living For Oneself Is A Bad Thing. The Keenest Intellectual Pleasure Comes From Being Able To Return To The Self After Being Absent From It For A Spell. But Living All The Time Inside The Self, That Most Tyrannical, Demanding And Capricious Of Companions - No, One Shouldn't Do It.

It Seems To Me That The Earth Belongs To God Who Made It And Entrusted It To Men As A Perpetual Home. But It Cannot Have Been Part Of His Plan That Some Men Should Be Ill With Overfeeding And That Others Should Die Of Starvation. No Matter What Anyone Can Say They Cannot Prevent Me From Feeling Sad And Angry When I See A Beggar Crying At A Rich Man's Door.

Experience Is Always A Trustworthy Guide; It May Not Tell You Everything, But It Never Lies.

We Do Not Precisely Enjoy Liberty At The Figaro. M. De Latouche, Our Worthy Director (ah! You Should Know The Fellow), Is Always Hanging Over Us, Cutting, Pruning, Right Or Wrong, Imposing Upon Us His Whims, His Aberrations, His Fancies, And We Have To Write As He Bids.

A Woman's Heart Has No Wrinkles.