Being Alone When One's Belief Is Firm,

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

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

To Harbor Hatred And Animosity In The Soul Makes One Irritable, Gloomy, And Prematurely Old.

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

Of All Afflictions, The Worst Is Self Contempt.