No Roman Ever Was Able To Say,

Has The Gift Of Laughter Been Withdrawn From Me? I Protest That I Do Still, At The Age Of Forty-seven, Laugh Often And Loud And Long. But Not, I Believe, So Long And Loud And Often As In My Less Smiling Youth. And I Am Proud, Nowadays, Of Laughing, And Grateful To Any One Who Makes Me Laugh. That Is A Bad Sign. I No Longer Take Laughter As A Matter Of Course.

Of All The Objects Of Hatred, A Woman Once Loved Is The Most Hateful.

A Quiet City Is A Contradiction In Terms. It Is A Thing Uncanny, Spectral.

A Man's Work Is Rather The Needful Supplement To Himself Than The Outcome Of It.

No Fine Work Can Be Done Without Concentration And Self-sacrifice And Toil And Doubt.