Self-pity Is Essentially Humorless, Devoid Of That

He Fell In Love With Himself At First Sight And It Is A Passion To Which He Has Always Remained Faithful. Selflove Seems So Often Unrequited.

[t]here Is No Greater Sign Of Innate Misery Than A Love Of Teasing.

On The Stage . . . Masks Are Assumed With Some Regard To Procedure; In Everyday Life, The Participants Act Their Parts Without Consideration Either For Suitability Of Scene Or For The Words Spoken By The Rest Of The Cast: The Result Is A General Tendency For Things To Be Brought To The Level Of Farce Even When The Theme Is Serious Enough.

A Dance To The Music Of Time.

Literature Illuminates Life Only For Those To Whom Books Are A Necessity.