A Book Should Be Luminous Not Voluminous.

All Power Is Indeed Weak Compared With That Of The Thinker. He Sits Upon The Throne Of His Empire Of Thought, Mightier Far Than They Who Wield Material Sceptres.

Many Children, Many Cares; No Children, No Felicity.

The Beauty Seen Is Partly In Him Who Sees It.

We Absolve A Friend From Gratitude When We Remind Him Of A Favor.

The Natural Wants Are Few, And Easily Gratified: It Is Only Those Which Are Artificial That Perplex Us By Their Multiplicity.