Imagination Is The Mightiest Despot.

Our Second Mother, Habit, Is Also A Good Mother.

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

Gratitude Is A Soil On Which Joy Thrives.

All Men Are Selfish, But The Vain Man Is In Love With Himself. He Admires, Like The Lover His Adored One, Everything Which To Others Is Indifferent.

What Will People Say-in These Words Lies The Tyranny Of The World, The Whole Destruction Of Our Natural Disposition, The Oblique Vision Of Our Minds. These Four Words Hold Sway Everywhere.