Indolence, Languid As It Is, Often Masters

A Man For Whom Accident Discovers Sense, Is Not A Rational Being. A Man Only Is So Who Understands, Who Distinguishes, Who Tests It.

One Can No More Look Steadily At Death Than At The Sun.

The Temperament That Produces A Talent For Little Things Is The Opposite Of That Required For Great Ones.

Those Only Are Despicable Who Fear To Be Despised.

To Eat Is A Necessity, But To Eat Intelligently Is An Art.