The Chief Element Of Happiness

[n]o Party Is Any Fun Unless Seasoned With Folly.

When I Get A Little Money I Buy Books; And If Any Is Left I Buy Food And Clothes.

Now What Else Is The Whole Life Of Mortals, But A Sort Of Comedy In Which The Various Actors, Disguised By Various Costumes And Masks, Walk On And Play Each Ones Part Until The Manager Walks Them Off The Stage?

Of Two Evils Choose The Least.

The Nearer People Approach Old Age The Closer They Return To A Semblance Of Childhood, Until The Time Comes For Them To Depart This Life, Again Like Children, Neither Tired Of Living Nor Aware Of Death.