To Make Something You Have

I Know Nothing More Mocking Than A Devil That Despairs.

If One Has Not Read The Newspapers For Some Months And Then Reads Them All Together, One Sees, As One Never Saw Before, How Much Time Is Wasted With This Kind Of Literature.

Love Is An Ideal Thing, Marriage A Real Thing; A Confusion Of The Real With The Ideal Never Goes Unpunished.

A Person Is Never Happy Till Their Vague Strivings Has Itself Marked Out Its Proper Limitations.

We Are Never Further From What We Wish Than When We Believe That We Have What We Wished For.