The End Of Culture Is Right Living

The Rain Fell Alike Upon The Just And Upon The Unjust, And For Nothing Was There A Why And A Wherefore.

One Does Not Really Feel Much Grief At Other People's Sorrows; One Tries, And Puts On A Melancholy Face, Thinking Oneself Brutal For Not Caring More; But One Cannot And It Is Better, For If One Grieved Too Deeply At Other People's Tears, Life Would Be Unendurable; And Every Man Has Sufficient Sorrows Of His Own Without Taking To Heart His Neighbour's.

Love Is Only A Dirty Trick Played On Us To Achieve Continuation Of The Species.

It Has Been Said That Good Prose Should Resemble The Conversation Of A Well-bred Man.

The Secret To Life Is Meaningless Unless You Discover It Yourself.