People Who Ask For Your Criticism Want

There Is No Object To Life. To Nature Nothing Matters But The Continuation Of The Species.

Art Is Merely The Refuge Which The Ingenious Have Invented, When They Were Supplied With Food And Women, To Escape The Tediousness Of Life.

It Does The Heart Good To Look At You.

We Know Our Friends By Their Defects Rather Than By Their Merits.

You Know, Of Course, That The Tasmanians, Who Never Committed Adultery, Are Now Extinct.