The World Laughs At Things It Would

Every Man Remembers His Childhood As A Kind Of Mythical Age, Just As Every Nation's Childhood Is Its Mythical Age.

Children Find Everything In Nothing; Men Find Nothing In Everything.

I May Be Wrong, But It Seems Rare In Our Age To Find A Widely Praised Person Whose Own Mouth Is Not The Source Of That Praise.

Nature, With Her Customary Beneficence, Has Ordained That Man Shall Not Learn How To Live Until The Reasons For Living Are Stolen From Him, That He Shall Find No Enjoyment Until He Has Become Incapable Of Vivid Pleasure.

No One Is So Completely Disenchanted With The World, Or Knows It So Thoroughly, Or Is So Utterly Disgusted With It, That When It Begins To Smile Upon Him He Does Not Become Partially Reconciled To It.