A Modicum Of Discord Is The Very

The New Friends Whom We Make After Attaining A Certain Age And By Whom We Would Fain Replace Those Whom We Have Lost, Are To Our Old Friends What Glass Eyes, False Teeth And Wooden Legs Are To Real Eyes, Natrual Teeth And Legs Of Flesh And Bone.

Every Day I Add To The List Of Things I Refuse To Discuss. The Wiser The Man, The Longer The List.

Society ... Is Nothing More Than The War Of A Thousand Petty Opposed Interests, An Eternal Strife Of All The Vanities, Which, Turn In Turn Wounded And Humiliated One By The Other, Intercross, Come Into Collision, And On The Morrow Expiate The Triumph Of The Eve In The Bitterness Of Defeat. To Live Alone, To Remain Unjostled In This Miserable Struggle, Where For A Moment One Draws The Eyes Of The Spectators, To Be Crushed A Moment Later -- This Is What Is Called Being A Nonentity, Having No Existence. Poor Humanity!

It's A Question Of Prudence. Nobody Has A High Opinion Of Fishwives But Who Would Dare Offend Them While Walking Through The Fish Market.

Marriage, As Practised By High Society, Is Arranged Indecency.