One Must Not Hope To Be More

Living Is A Sickness To Which Sleep Provides Relief Every Sixteen Hours. It's A Palliative. The Remedy Is Death.

There Is As Much Expression In The Feet As In The Hands.

Change, Change,--we All Covet Change.

Men Whose Only Concern Is Other People's Opinion Of Them Are Like Actors Who Put On A Poor Performance To Win The Applause Of People Of Poor Taste; Some Of Them Would Be Capable Of Good Acting In Front Of A Good Audience. A Decent Man Plays His Part To The Best Of His Ability, Regardless Of The Taste Of The Gallery.

Marriage, As Practised By High Society, Is Arranged Indecency.