There Is Nothing For Which

Those With Certain Temperaments Find No Way To Endure Themselves Except By Striving Towards Going Under.

A Letter Is An Unannounced Visit, The Postman The Agent Of Rude Surprises. One Ought To Reserve An Hour A Week For Receiving Letters And Afterwards Take A Bath.

Improvements Are Invented Only By Those Who Can Feel That Something Is Not Good.

Many A Man Fails As An Original Thinker Simply Because His Memory It Too Good.

Our Faith In Others Betrays That We Would Rather Have Faith In Ourselves. Our Longing For A Friend Is Our Betrayer. And Often With Our Love We Want Merely To Overcome Envy. And Often We Attack And Make Ourselves Enemies, To Conceal That We Are Vulnerable.