It Is A Poor Wit Who Lives

Desire Is The Uneasiness A Man Finds In Himself Upon The Absence Of Anything Whose Present Enjoyment Carries The Idea Of Delight With It.

And Still, Laughter Is Akin To Weeping.

Who Begins With Severity, In Judging Of Another, Ends Commonly With Falsehood.

Happy The Heart To Whom God Has Given Enough Strength And Courage To Suffer For Him, To Find Happiness In Simplicity And The Happiness Of Others.

Thinkers Are As Scarce As Gold.