It Is Equally A Mistake To Hold

On Top Of The World, Or In The Depths Of Despair.

The Whole Art Of Living Consists In Giving Up Existence In Order To Exist.

We Can Really Respect A Man Only If He Doesn't Always Look Out For Himself.

Distance... Is Like Futurity. A Dim Vastness Is Spread Before Our Souls; The Perceptions Of Our Mind Are As Obscure As Those Of Our Vision... But Alas! When We Have Attained Our Object, When The Distant 'there' Becomes The Present 'here,' All Is Changed; We Are As Poor And Circumscribed As Ever, And Our Souls Still Languish For Unattainable Happiness.

Wine Rejoices The Heart Of Man And Joy Is The Mother Of All Virtues.