Man Has Here Two And A Half

Every Man Has A Rainy Corner Of His Life Whence Comes Foul Weather Which Follows Him.

Love Lessens Woman's Delicacy And Increases Man's.

The Darkness Of Death Is Like The Evening Twilight; It Makes All Objects Appear More Lovely To The Dying.

Every Friend Is To The Other A Sun, And A Sunflower Also. He Attracts And Follows.

We Learn Our Virtues From Our Friends Who Love Us; Our Faults From The Enemy Who Hates Us. We Cannot Easily Discover Our Real Character From A Friend. He Is A Mirror, On Which The Warmth Of Our Breath Impedes The Clearness Of The Reflection.