Next to the young I suppose the very old are the most selfish.

Everyone has his day and some days last longer than others.

Too much and too little wine. Give him none he cannot find truth, give him too much the same.

To feel for none is the true social art of the world's stoics - men without a heart

The free way of life proposes ends but it does not prescribe means.

The truth is incontrovertible malice may attack it ignorance may deride it but in the end, there it is.

The existentialist says at once that man is anguish.

A place for everything, everything in its place.

He that complies against his will is of his own opinion still.

The blues is losing someone you love and not having enough money to immerse yourself in drink.

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