Remorse Turns Us Against Ourselves.

Most Books Today Seemed To Have Been Written Overnight From Books Read The Day Before.

Vain Is Equivalent To Empty; Thus Vanity Is So Miserable A Thing, That One Cannot Give It A Worse Name Than Its Own. It Proclaims Itself For What It Is.

Most Anthologists Of Poetry Or Quotations Are Like Those Who Eat Cherries Or Oysters, First Picking The Best And Ending By Eating Everything.

And So I Leave This World, Where The Heart Must Either Break Or Turn To Lead (suicide Note)

The Most Wasted Day Of All Is That On Which We Have Not Laughed.