Aphorisms are salted not sugared almonds at Reason's Feast.
Logan Smith (1865 - 1946)
Contributed by: Zaady
Every author, however modest, keeps a most outrageous vanity chained like a madman in the padded cell of his breast.
To suppose, as we all suppose, that we could be rich and not behave as the rich behave, is like supposing that we could drink all day and stay sober.
It is the wretchedness of being rich that you have to live with rich people.
What's more enchanting than the voices of young people, when you can't hear what they say?
There is one thing that matters - to set a chime of words tinkling in the minds of a few fastidious people.
We need two kinds of acquaintances, one to complain to, while to the others we boast.
We grow with years more fragile in body, but morally stutter, and can throw off the chill of a bad conscience almost at once.
The mere process of growing old together will make the slightest acquaintance seem a bosom friend.
A slight touch of friendly malice and amusement towards those we love keeps our affections for them from turning flat.
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