No Being Can Make Another One Happy.

Our Sufferings And Weaknesses, In So Far As They Are Personal, Are Of No Literary Interest Whatsoever. They Are Only Interesting In So Far As We Can See Them As Typical Of The Human Condition.

It Is Nonsense To Speak Of 'higher' And 'lower' Pleasures. To A Hungry Man It Is, Rightly, More Important That He Eat Than That He Philosophize.

And Make Us As Newton Was, Who In His Garden Watching The Apple Falling Towards England, Became Aware Between Himself And Her Of An Eternal Tie.

We Honor Founders Of These Starving Cities, Whose Honor Is The Image Of Our Sorrow.

Between Friends Differences In Taste Or Opinion Are Irritating In Direct Proportion To Their Triviality.