Man Is A Pupil, Pain Is His

Experience Is The Name Men Give To Their Follies Or Their Sorrows.

Repartee Is Altogether A Natural Endowment, And Is The Lightning Of The Mind.

If Love Is A Play, This Play, As Old As The World, Fiasco Or Not, It Is, All In All, The Least Bad Thing That Has So Far Been Found. The Roles Are Trite, I Admit, But If The Play Had No Value The Whole Universe Wouldn’t Know It By Heart

The Most Despairing Songs Are The Most Beautiful, And I Know Some Immortal Ones That Are Pure Tears.

... But One Loves, And When One Is On The Brink Of Death, One Turns Around To Look Backward, And One Says To Oneself: "i Have Often Suffered, I Have Sometimes Been Wrong, But I Have Loved.