Intolerance Is A Form Of Egotism, And

Life Is Not A Spectacle Or A Feast; It Is A Predicament.

The Dreamer Can Know No Truth, Not Even About His Dream, Except By Awaking Out Of It.

A Simple Life Is Its Own Reward.

Many Possessions, If They Do Not Make A Man Better, Are At Least Expected To Make His Children Happier; And This Pathetic Hope Is Behind Many Exertions.

Manhood And Sagacity Ripen Of Themselves; It Suffices Not To Repress Or Distort Them.