No Man Is Happy Without A Delusion

There Is Something In The Character Of Every Man Which Cannot Be Broken In--the Skeleton Of His Character; And To Try To Alter This Is Like Training A Sheep For Draught Purposes. Georg Christoph Lichtenberg, The Reflections Of Lichtenberg We Become Familiar With The Outsides Of Men, As With The Outsides Of Houses, And Think We Know Them, While We Are Ignorant Of So Much That Is Passing Within Them.

Hunting Is A Relic Of The Barbarism That Once Thirsted For Human Blood, But Is Now Content With The Blood Of Animals.

The Busiest Of Living Agents Are Certain Dead Men's Thoughts.

We Give Our Best Affections To The Beautiful, Only Our Second Best To The Useful.

Care, Admitted As Guest, Quickly Turns To Be Master.