Few Have Wished For Memory So Much

Almost All Human Affairs Are Tedious. Everything Is Too Long. Visits, Dinners, Concerts, Plays, Speeches, Pleadings, Essays, Sermons, Are Too Long. Pleasure And Business Labor Equally Under This Defect, Or, As I Should Rather Say, This Fatal Super-abundance.

The World Will Tolerate Many Vices, But Not Their Diminutives.

Is Boredom Anything Less Than The Sense Of One's Faculties Slowly Dying?

Wisdom Is Seldom Gained Without Suffering.

It Is A Weak Thing To Tell Half Your Story, And Then Ask Your Friend's Advice-a Still Weaker Thing To Take It.