Blows Are Sarcasms Turned Stupid.

People Are So Ridiculous With Their Illusions, Carrying Their Fool's Caps Unawares, Thinking Their Own Lies Opaque While Everybody Else's Are Transparent, Making Themselves Exceptions To Everything, As If When All The World Looked Yellow Under A Lamp They Alone Are Rosy.

Joy Is The Best Of Wine.

How Can One Ever Do Anything Nobly Christian, Living Among People With Such Petty Thoughts?

Time, Like Money, Is Measured By Our Needs.

A Man Never Lies With More Delicious Languor Under The Influence Of A Passion Than When He Has Persuaded Himself That He Shall Subdue It To-morrow.