Civilization Is Only Savagery Silver-gilt.

There Are Things And There Are Faces Which, When Felt Or Seen For The First Time, Stamp Themselves Upon The Mind Like A Sun Image On A Sensitized Plate And There Remain Unalterably Fixed.

Laughter And Bitterness Are Often The Veils With Which A Sore Heart Wraps Its Weakness From The World.

Thinking Can Only Serve To Measure Out The Helplessness Of Thought.

There Is No Loneliness Like The Loneliness Of Crowds, Especially To Those Who Are Unaccustomed To Them.

Wealth Is Good, And If It Comes Our Way We Will Take It; But A Gentleman Does Not Sell Himself For Wealth.