Pity Is Extolled As The Virtue Of

The Lack Of Closeness Among Friends Is A Fault That Cannot Be Reprimanded Without Becoming Incurable.

Thinking About Suicide Is A Potent Consolation: It Helps Us To Get Through Many A Bad Night.

Death. The Certain Prospect Of Death Could Sweeten Every Life With A Precious And Fragrant Drop Of Levity- And Now You Strange Apothecary Souls Have Turned It Into An Ill-tasting Drop Of Poison That Makes The Whole Of Life Repulsive.

The World Is A Work Of Art That Gives Birth To Itself.

A Letter Is An Unannounced Visit, The Postman The Agent Of Rude Surprises. One Ought To Reserve An Hour A Week For Receiving Letters And Afterwards Take A Bath.