None but the dupes, who fondly imagine that they are useful to their like, can interest themselves in laying down rules for political guidance amid events which neither they nor any one else foresees, nor ever will foresee.
None but fools and invalids can find pleasure in shuffling cards all evening long to find out whether they shall win a few pence at the end.
Let us leave hearts out of the question. Business is business, and business is not carried on with sentimentality like romances.
Everywhere you find the man of thews and sinews who toils, and the lymphatic man who torments himself; and pleasures are everywhere the same, for when all sensations are exhausted, all that survives is Vanity—Vanity is the abiding substance of us, the I in us.