The Whole Art Of Living Consists In

Give Me Those Days With Heart In Riot, The Depths Of Bliss That Touched On Pain, The Force Of Hate, And Love's Disquiet- Ah, Give Me Back My Youth Again!

Self-love Exaggerates Our Faults As Well As Our Virtues.

I Am Very Anxious To Please The Public, Particularly As It Lives And Lets Live.

What A Man Does Not Understand, He Does Not Possess.

It Seems To Me That Every Phenomenon, Every Fact, Itself Is The Really Interesting Object. Whoever Explains It, Or Connects It With Other Events, Usually Only Amuses Himself Or Makes Sport Of Us, As, For Instance, The Naturalist Or Historian. But A Single Action Or Event Is Interesting, Not Because It Is Explainable, But Because It Is True.