Individuality Of Expression Is The Beginning And

No One Feels Himself Easy In A Garden Which Does Not Look Like The Open Country.

He Who Cannot Love Must Learn To Flatter.

Deny Yourself! You Must Deny Yourself! That Is The Song That Never Ends.

Is It Life, I Ask, Is It Even Prudence, To Bore Thyself And Bore The Students?

The Affairs Of The World Are No More Than So Much Trickery, And A Man Who Toils For Money Or Honour Or Whatever Else In Deference To The Wishes Of Others, Rather Than Because His Own Desire Or Needs Lead Him To Do So, Will Always Be A Fool.