The Nobility Of A Human Being Is

We Spend Our Time Envying People Whom We Wouldn't Wish To Be.

Le Biologiste Passe, La Grenouille Reste. The Biologist Passes, The Frog Remains.

My Pessimism Extends To The Point Of Even Suspecting The Sincerity Of Other Pessimists.

Certain Brief Sentences Are Peerless In Their Ability To Give One The Feeling That Nothing Remains To Be Said.

We Bestow On Others Praise In Which We Do Not Believe, On Condition That In Return They Bestow Upon Us Praise In Which We Do.