Every Living Thing Is A Sort Of

We Are All Prone To The Malady Of The Introvert Who With The Manifold Spectacle Of The World Spread Out Before Him, Turns Away And Gazes Only Upon The Emptiness Within.

I Am As Drunk As A Lord, But Then, I Am One, So What Does It Matter ?

Be Scrupulously Truthful, Even If The Truth Is Inconvenient, For It Is More Inconvenient When You Try To Conceal It.

A Happy Life Must Be To A Great Extent A Quiet Life, For It Is Only In An Atmosphere Of Quiet That True Joy Dare Live.

The Reason Is, And By Rights Ought To Be, Slave To The Emotions.