Anything You Lose Automatically Doubles In Value.

Most Of Our Diversions Do Not So Much Delay Death As Accustom Us To It.

Flesh Goes On Pleasuring Us, And Humiliating Us, Right To The End.

Life Is A Mixed Blessing, Which We Vainly Try To Unmix.

It's Easy Enough To Get Along With A Loved And Loving Child - At Least Till You Try To Get Him To Do Something.

All Women Are Basically In Competition With Each Other For A Handful Of Eligible Men.