Sometimes It Is A Good Choice Not

Writing Does Not Cause Misery. It Is Born Of Misery.

The Smallest Annoyances, Disturb Us The Most.

The Finest Souls Are Those That Have The Most Variety And Suppleness.

Human Wisdom Makes As Ill Use Of Her Talent When She Exercises It In Rescinding From The Number And Sweetness Of Those Pleasures That Are Naturally Our Due, As She Employs It Favorably And Well In Artificially Disguising And Tricking Out The Ills Of Life To Alleviate The Sense Of Them.

Pride And Curiosity Are The Two Scourges Of Our Souls. The Latter Prompts Us To Poke Our Noses Into Everything, And The Former Forbids Us To Leave Anything Unresolved And Undecided.