For Every Sin There Is Forgiveness, And

Illness Is The Doctor To Whom We Pay Most Heed; To Kindness, To Knowledge, We Make Promise Only; Pain We Obey.

The Artist Who Gives Up An Hour Of Work For An Hour Of Conversation With A Friend Knows That He Is Sacrificing A Reality For Something That Does Not Exist.

A Woman One Loves Rarely Suffices For All Our Needs, So We Deceive Her With Another Whom We Do Not Love.

Nine Tenths Of The Ills From Which Intelligent People Suffer Spring From Their Intellect.

Death Is In Truth An Illness From Which We Recover