Only Those Few People Who Practice It

What Delights Us In Visible Beauty Is The Invisible.

N Every Exalted Joy, There Mingles A Sense Of Gratitude.

One Has To Do Good In Order For It To Exist In The World.

He Who Has Trusted Where He Ought Not Will Surely Mistrust Where He Ought Not.

Our Greatest Indulgence Towards A Man Springs From Our Despair Of Him.