There Are People Who Can Believe Anything

Human Pride Is A Strange Thing; It Cannot Easily Be Suppressed, And If You Stop Up Hole A Will Peep Forth Again In A Twinkling From Another Hole B, And If This Is Closed It Is Ready To Come Out At Hole C, And So On.

The Grave Is Still The Best Shelter Against The Storms Of Destiny.

Is It Not Strange That Mankind Should So Willingly Battle For Religion And So Unwillingly Live According To Its Precepts?

To Be Content With Life Or To Live Merrily, Rather All That Is Required Is That We Bestow On All Things Only A Fleeting, Superficial Glance; The More Thoughtful We Become The More Earnest We Grow.

No People Are More Conceited Than Those Who Depict Their Own Feelings, Especially If They Happen To Have A Little Prose At Their Command For The Occasion.