Whatever Evil A Man May Think Of

Life Is A Malady In Which Sleep Soothes Us Every Sixteen Hours; It Is A Palliation; Death Is The Remedy.

How Many Fools Does It Take To Make Up A Public?

What We Love Intensely Or For A Long Time We Are Likely To Bring Within The Citadel, And To Assert As Part Of Oneself.

There Aren't Many Benefactors Who Don't Say, Like Satan: All These Things Will I Give You If You Bow Down And Worship Me.

Every Woman In Choosing A Lover Takes More Account Of The Way In Which Other Women Regard The Man Than Of Her Own.