There Are Scores Of Thousands Of Human

Beauty Is All Very Well At First Sight; But Who Ever Looks At It When It Has Been In The House Three Days?

The Person I Miss Most Is The One I Could Have Been.

People Always Get Tired Of One Another. I Grow Tired Of Myself Whenever I Am Left Alone For Ten Minutes, And I Am Certain That I Am Fonder Of Myself Than Anyone Can Be Of Another Person.

I Find It Easy To Forgive The Man Who Invented A Devilish Instrument Like Dynamite, But How Can One Ever Forgive The Diabolical Mind That Invented The Nobel Prize In Literature?

I Have Never Thought Much Of The Courage Of A Lion Tamer. Inside The Cage He Is At Least Safe From Other Men. There Is Not Much Harm In A Lion. He Has No Ideals, No Religion, No Politics, No Chivalry, No Gentility; In Short, No Reason For Destroying Anything That He Does Not Want To Eat