Writing Is Busy Idleness.

Oh God, How Do The World And Heavens Confine Themselves, When Our Hearts Tremble In Their Own Barriers!

Love, Whose Power Youth Feels, Is Not Suitable For The Elderly, Just As Little As Anything That Presupposes Productivity. It Is Rare That Productivity Lasts Through The Years.

One Usually Thinks People To Be More Dangerous Than They Are.

Nothing Tells More About The Character Of A Man Than The Things He Makes Fun Of.

How Circumscribed Is Woman's Destiny!