As A Means Of Contrast

I Have Been Loving You A Little More Every Minute Since This Morning.

There Is Always More Misery Among The Lower Classes Than There Is Humanity In The Higher.

Hope Is A Delusion; No Hand Can Grasp A Wave Or A Shadow.

Great Blunders Are Often Made, Like Large Ropes, Of A Multitude Of Fibers. Take The Cable Thread By Thread, Take Separately All The Little Determining Motives, You Break Them One After Another, And You Say: That Is All! Wind Them And Twist Them Together, They Become An Enormity.

Nothing Is More Dangerous Than Discontinued Labor; It Is Habit Lost. A Habit Easy To Abandon, Difficult To Resume.