Nothing Prevents Happiness Like The Memory Of

The Itch Is A Mean, Unconfessable, Ridiculous Malady; One Can Pity Someone Who Is Suffering ; Someone Who Wants To Scratch Himself Makes One Laugh.

The Individual Person Is More Interesting Than People In General; He And Not They Is The One Whom God Created In His Image.

Oh, Would That My Mind Could Let Fall Its Dead Ideas, As The Tree Does Its Withered Leaves!

He Who Makes Great Demands Upon Himself Is Naturally Inclined To Make Great Demands On Others.

Nothing Excellent Can Be Done Without Leisure.