The Poor Are The Blacks Of Europe.

Tragedy Has The Great Moral Defect Of Giving Too Much Importance To Life And Death.

She Commands Who Is Blest With Indifference.

Calumny Is Like The Wasp Which Worries You, And Which It Is Not Best To Try To Get Rid Of Unless You Are Sure Of Slaying It; For Otherwise It Returns To The Charge More Furious Than Ever.

Living Is A Sickness To Which Sleep Provides Relief Every Sixteen Hours. It's A Palliative. The Remedy Is Death.

Life Is A Malady In Which Sleep Soothes Us Every Sixteen Hours; It Is A Palliation; Death Is The Remedy.