Those Who Never Have Time Do Least

Diogenes, Filthily Attired, Paced Across The Splendid Carpets In Plato's Dwelling. Thus, Said He, Do I Trample On The Pride Of Plato. Yes, Plato Replied, But Only With Another Kind Of Pride.

Much Can Be Inferred About A Man From His Mistress: In Her One Beholds His Weaknesses And His Dreams.

Nowadays Three Witty Turns Of Phrase And A Lie Make A Writer.

The Grave Is Still The Best Shelter Against The Storms Of Destiny.

Of All The Inventions Of Man I Doubt Whether Any Was More Easily Accomplished Than That Of A Heaven.