Love Is Like Epidemic Diseases. The More

Contact With The World Either Breaks Or Hardens The Heart.

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

If It Wasn't For Me, I'd Do Brilliantly.

It Is Said Of A Lonely Man That He Does Not Appreciate The Life Of Society. This Is Like Saying He Hates Hiking Because He Dislikes Walking In Thick Forest On A Dark Night.

One Can Be Certain That Every Generally Held Idea, Every Received Notion, Will Be Idiocy Because It Has Been Able To Appeal To The Majority