When I Read, It Is Not Acted

Anesthesia: Wounds Without Pain. Neurasthenia: Pain Without Wounds.

I Knew A Man Who Carried His Education In His Vest Pocket Because There Was More Room There Than In His Head.

Satire Chooses And Knows No Objects. It Arises By Fleeing From Them And Their Forcing Themselves Upon It.

I Can Say With Pride That I Have Spent Days And Nights Not Reading Anything, And That With Unflagging Energy I Use Every Moment Toacquire Gradually An Encyclopedic Lack Of Education.

My Request That My Writing Be Read Twice Has Aroused Great Indignation. Unjustly So. After All, I Do Not Ask That They Be Read Once.