Human Life Must Be Some Form Of

Whether We Are In A Pleasant Or A Painful State Depends, Finally, Upon The Kind Of Matter That Pervades And Engrosses Our Consciousness And What We Compare It To - Better And We Envious And Sad, Worse And We Feel Grateful And Happy.

Just Remember, Once You're Over The Hill You Begin To Pick Up Speed.

Hope Is The Confusion Of The Desire For A Thing With Its Probability.

Vulgar People Take Huge Delight In The Faults And Follies Of Great Men.

We Seldom Think Of What We Have But Always Of What We Lack. Therefore, Rather Than Grateful, We Are Bitter.