Love, A Pleasant Folly; Ambition, A Serious

Life Is A Malady In Which Sleep Soothes Us Every Sixteen Hours; It Is A Palliation; Death Is The Remedy.

There Is A Melancholy That Stems From Greatness

Narrow Waists And Narrow Minds Go Together.

If You Must Love Your Neighbor As Yourself, It Is At Least As Fair To Love Yourself As Your Neighbor.

In Living And In Seeing Other Men, The Heart Must Break Or Become As Bronze.