Man Errs As Long As He Strives.

And Those Whom Once My Song Had Cheered And Gladdened, If Still They Live, Rove Through The World Now Saddened.

But When All Is Said, The Greatest Art Is To Limit And Isolate Oneself.

A Man Does Not Mind Being Blamed For His Faults, And Being Punished For Them, And He Patiently Suffers Much For Them; But He Becomes Impatient If He Is Required To Give Them Up.

He Who Is And Remains True To Himself And To Others Has The Most Attractive Quality Of The Greatest Talent.

Nothing Puts Me So Completely Out Of Patience As The Utterance Of A Wretched Commonplace When I Am Talking From My Inmost Heart.