One Has Very Little Influence Upon One's

People Are What You Make Them. A Scornful Look Turns Into A Complete Fool A Man Of Average Intelligence. A Contemptuous Indifference Turns Into An Enemy A Woman Who, Well Treated, Might Have Been An Angel.

It Is Not Events And The Things One Sees And Enjoys That Produce Happiness, But A State Of Mind Which Can Endow Events With Its Own Quality, And We Must Hope For The Duration Of This State Rather Than The Recurrence Of Pleasurable Events.

Everything That Is In Agreement With Our Personal Desires Seems True; Everything That Is Not Puts Us In A Rage.

It Is Restful To Leave One's Home; Not Because Traveling Does Not Entail Varied And Difficult Daily Actions, But Because It Removes Our Responsibilities.

In Literature As In Love, We Are Astonished At What Is Chosen By Others.