The Mark Of A Civilized Man Is

To Be Forgotten Is To Sleep In Peace With The Undisturbed Myriads, No Longer Subject To The Chills And Heats, The Blasts, The Sleet, The Dust, Which Assail In Endless Succession That Shadow Of A Man Which We Call His Reputation.

To Know Is Not Less Than To Feel.

Life Is A Fatal Complaint, And An Eminently Contagious One.

The Joy Of Life Is To Put Out One's Power In Some Natural And Useful Or Harmless Way. There Is No Other. And The Real Misery Is Not To Do This.

Deep-seated Preferences Cannot Be Argued About - You Cannot Argue A Man Into Liking A Glass Of Beer.