Only Mediocre People Are At The Best

I've Always Been Interested In People, But I've Never Liked Them.

I Can Only Guess That It Made The World He Went Back To...strangely Without Meaning. Though He Lived In It, Though He Even Enjoyed It, It Remained Utterly Remote. I Think It Had Lost Sense For Him. In His Heart Was The Reflection Of A Lovely Dream That He Could Never Quite Recall.

She Alone Had Been Blind To His Merit. Why? Because He Loved Her And She Did Not Love Him. What Was It In The Human Heart That Made You Despise A Man Because He Loved You?

When You Choose Your Friends, Don't Be Short-changed By Choosing Personality Over Character.

There Are Few Things So Pleasant As A Picnic Eaten In Perfect Comfort.