Where Everything Is Bad It Must Be

But When One Has Ceased To Have Them, Too Often One Cannot.

Up To A Certain Point Every Man Is What He Thinks He Is.

The Man Whose Nature Is Such That By One Path Alone His Chief Desire Will Reach Consummation Will Try To Find It On That Path, Whatever It May Be, And Whatever The World Thinks Of It; And If He Does Not, He Is Contemptible.

It Is By A Wise Economy Of Nature That Those Who Suffer Without Change, And Whom No One Can Help, Become Uninteresting. Yet So It May Happen That Those Who Need Sympathy The Most Often Attract It The Least.

Another Occupation Might Have Been Better.