Amid The Sufferings Of Life On Earth,

The Happier The Moment The Shorter.

To Laugh, If But For An Instant Only, Has Never Been Granted To Man Before The Fortieth Day From His Birth, And Then It Is Looked Upon As A Miracle Of Precocity.

The Lust Of Avarice As So Totally Seized Upon Mankind That Their Wealth Seems Rather To Possess Them Than They Possess Their Wealth.

Hope Is The Pillar That Holds Up The World. Hope Is The Dream Of A Waking Man.

Compassion And Shame Come Over One Who Considers How Precarious Is The Origin Of The Proudest Of Living Beings: Often The Smell Of A Lately Extinguished Lamp Is Enough To Cause A Miscarriage. And To Think That From Such A Frail Beginning A Tyrant Or Butcher May Be Born! You Who Trust In Your Physical Strength, Who Embrace The Gifts Of Fortune And Consider Yourself Not Their Ward But Their Son, You Who Have A Domineering Spirit, You Who Consider Yourself A God As Soon As Success Swells Your Breast, Think How Little Could Have Destroyed You!