Beauty Attracts Us Men; But If, Like

With So Many Thousand Joys, Is It Not Black Ingratitude To Call The World A Place Of Sorrow And Torment?

In Later Life, As In Earlier, Only A Few Persons Influence The Formation Of Our Character; The Multitude Pass Us By Like A Distant Army. One Friend, One Teacher, One Beloved, One Club, One Dining Table, One Work Table Are The Means By Which One's Nation And The Spirit Of One's Nation Affect The Individual.

Only Deeds Give Strength To Life, Only Moderation Gives It Charm.

Every Man Has A Rainy Corner Of His Life Whence Comes Foul Weather Which Follows Him.

Sorrows Are Like Thunderclouds, In The Distance They Look Black, Over Our Heads Scarcely Gray.