The Mania Of Thinking Renders One Unfit

Play Is Hand-to-hand Encounter With Fate.

What We Call Happiness Is What We Do Not Know.

A Writer Is Rarely So Well Inspired As When He Talks About Himself.

He Flattered Himself On Being A Man Without Any Prejudices; And This Pretension Itself Is A Very Great Prejudice.

It Is Only The Poor Who Pay Cash, And That Not From Virtue, But Because They Are Refused Credit.