A High Degree Of Intellect Tends To

The Two Enemies Of Human Happiness Are Pain And Boredom.

In Truth The Most Striking Figure For The Relation Of The Two Is That Of The Strong Blind Man Carrying The Sighted Lame Man On His Shoulders.

A Man Finds Himself, To His Great Astonishment, Suddenly Existing, After Thousands And Thousands Of Years Of Non-existence: He Lives For A Little While; And Then, Again, Comes An Equally Long Period When He Must Exist No More. The Heart Rebels Against This, And Feels That It Cannot Be True.

The Greatest Of Follies Is To Sacrifice Health For Any Other Kind Of Happiness.

The First Rule For A Good Style Is To Have Something To Say; In Fact, This In Itself Is Almost Enough.