One Must Not Hope To Be More

He Who Leaves The Game Wins It.

Living Is A Sickness To Which Sleep Provides Relief Every Sixteen Hours. It's A Palliative. The Remedy Is Death.

Men's Hearts And Faces Are Always Wide Asunder; Women's Are Not Only In Close Connection, But Are Mirror-like In The Instant Power Of Reflection.

What One Knows Best Is ... What One Has Learned Not From Books But As A Result Of Books, Through The Reflections To Which They Have Given Rise.

The Success Of Many Books Is Due To The Affinity Between The Mediocrity Of The Author's Ideas And Those Of The Public.