There Exists A Kind Of Laughter Which

It Is No Use To Blame The Looking Glass If Your Face Is Awry.

What Are You Laughing At? You Are Laughing At Yourself.

Countless Are, As The Sand In The Sea, The Deep Desires Of Men, And None Resembles The Other, And All Of Them, Whether Shameful, Or Great, In The Beginning Are Obedient, But Later Become Terrible Masters Over Him.

Everywhere Across Whatever Sorrows Of Which Our Life Is Woven, Some Radiant Joy Will Gaily Flash Past.

At The End Of The Table, The Secretary Was Reading The Decision In Some Case, But In Such A Mournful And Monotonous Voice, That The Condemned Man Himself Would Have Fallen Asleep While Listening To It. The Judge, No Doubt, Would Have Been The First Of All To Do So, Had He Not Entered Into An Engrossing Conversation While It Was Going On.