Worry Is The Stomach's Worst Poison.

Alfred Nobel - Pitiable Half-creature, Should Have Been Stifled By Humane Doctor When He Made His Entry Yelling Into Life. Greatest Merits: Keeps His Nails Clean And Is Never A Burden To Anyone. Greatest Fault: Lacks Family, Cheerful Spirits, And Strong Stomach. Greatest And Only Petition: Not To Be Buried Alive. Greatest Sin: Does Not Worship Mammon. Important Events In His Life: None.

Lying Is The Greatest Of All Sins.

I Am A Misanthrope Yet Utterly Benevolent.

Kant's Style Is So Heavy That After His Pure Reason, The Reader Longs For Unreasonableness.

To His Sister-in-law: What A Contrast Between Us! You Live A Warm And Glowing Life, Surrounded By Loved Ones Whom You Care For And Who Care For You; You Are Anchored In Contentment. I Drift About Without Rudder Or Compass, A Wreck On The Sea Of Life; I Have No Memories To Cheer Me, No Pleasant Illusions Of The Future To Comfort Me, Or About Me To Satisfy My Vanity. I Have No Family To Furnish The Only Kind Of Survival That Concerns Us, No Friends For The Wholesome Development Of My Affections, Or Enemies For My Malice.