Sometimes One Day In A

A Woman Without Breasts Is Like A Bed Without Pillows.

A Writer Is Rarely So Well Inspired As When He Talks About Himself.

Irony And Pity Are Two Good Counselors: One, In Smiling, Makes Life Pleasurable; The Other, Who Cries, Makes It Sacred.

Man Is So Made That He Can Only Find Relaxation From One Kind Of Labor By Taking Up Another.

For A Man’s Life Would Become Intolerable, If He Knew What Was Going To Happen To Him. He Would Be Made Aware Of Future Evils, And Would Suffer Their Agonies In Advance, While He Would Get No Joy Of Present Blessings Since He Would Know How They Would End. Ignorance Is The Necessary Condition Of Human Happiness, And It Has To Be Admitted That On The Whole Mankind Observes That Condition Well. We Are Almost Entirely Ignorant Of Ourselves; Absolutely Of Others. In Ignorance, We Find Our Bliss; In Illusions, Our Happiness.