The Most Reliable Pleasure Afforded By Theater

Old Age: I Fall Asleep During The Funerals Of My Friends.

All The Powers Of Imagination Combine In Hypochondria.

Old Among The Young, Poor Among The Rich, I Adopt An Air Of Indefinable Superiority.

If You Do Not Throw In A Few Promises Of Better Things To Come, Gloomy One, I Am Going To Take You Back To The Library.

We Often Mistake The Original Part Of Ourselves For A Weakness.