Being Alone When One's Belief Is Firm,

Solitude Has A Healing Consoler, Friend, Companion: It Is Work.

Truly, One Gets Easier Accustomed To A Silken Bed Than To A Sack Of Leaves.

I Have Been Young And Am Now Old, And Have Not Yet Known An Untruthful Man To Come To A Good End.

He Who, To Be Happy, Needs Nothing But Himself, Is Happy.

Gratitude Is A Soil On Which Joy Thrives.