We Take Our Colors, Chameleon-like, From Each

The New Friends Whom We Make After Attaining A Certain Age And By Whom We Would Fain Replace Those Whom We Have Lost, Are To Our Old Friends What Glass Eyes, False Teeth And Wooden Legs Are To Real Eyes, Natrual Teeth And Legs Of Flesh And Bone.

He Who Leaves The Game Wins It.

I Only Study The Things I Like; I Apply My Mind Only To Matters That Interest Me. They'll Be Useful-or Useless-to Me Or To Others In Due Course, I'll Be Given-or Not Given-the Opportunity Of Benefiting From What I've Learned. In Any Case, I'll Have Enjoyed The Inestimable Advantage Of Doing Things I Like Doing And Following My Own Inclinations.

Most Anthologists Of Poetry Or Quotations Are Like Those Who Eat Cherries Or Oysters, First Picking The Best And Ending By Eating Everything.

Sometimes Apparent Resemblance Of Character Will Bring Two Men Together And For A Certain Time Unite Them. But Their Mistake Gradually Becomes Evident, And They Are Astonished To Find Themselves Not Only Far Apart, But Even Repelled, In Some Sort, At All Their Points Of Contact.