Morals Today Are Corrupted By Our Worship

A True Friend Is A Sort Of Second Self.

Our Character Is Not So Much The Product Of Race And Heredity As Of Those Circumstances By Which Nature Forms Our Habits, By Which We Are Nurtured And Live.

Death Approaches, Which Is Always Impending Like The Stone Over Tantalus: Then Comes Superstition With Which He Who Is Imbued Can Never Have Peace Of Mind.

No Grief Is So Acute But Time Ameliorates It.

Nothing Troubles You For Which You Do Not Yearn.