Great Intellects Are Skeptical.

Even The Most Beautiful Scenery Is No Longer Assured Of Our Love After We Have Lived In It For Three Months, And Some Distant Coast Attracts Our Avarice: Possessions Are Generally Diminished By Possession.

Has A Woman Who Knew She Was Well-dressed Ever Caught A Cold?

In Affability There Is No Hatred Of Men, But For That Very Reason There Is All Too Much Contempt For Men.

Those Moralists, On The Other Hand, Who, Following In The Footsteps Of Socrates, Offer The Individual A Morality Of Self-control And Temperance As A Means To His Own Advantage, As His Personal Key To Happiness, Are The Exceptions.

All That Philosophers Have Handled For Millennia Has Been Conceptual Mummies; Nothing Actual Has Ever Escaped From Their Hands Alive.