Vanity Plays Lurid Tricks With Our Memory.

It Is The Mark Of An Inexperienced Man Not To Believe In Luck.

Watching A Coast As It Slips By The Ship Is Like Thinking About An Enigma. There It Is Before You, Smiling, Frowning, Inviting, Grand, Mean, Insipid, Or Savage, And Always Mute With An Air Of Whispering, "come And Find Out".

Happiness, Happiness ... The Flavor Is With You-with You Alone, And You Can Make It As Intoxicating As You Please.

Let A Fool Be Made Serviceable According To His Folly.

Mathematics Commands All My Respect, But I Have No Use For Engines.