The Most Happy Man Is He Who

There Speaks The Man Of Truly Noble Ways, Who Will Not Listen To The Words Of Praise. In Modesty Averse, And With Deaf Ears, He Acts As Though The Others Were His Peers.

The Web Of This World Is Woven Of Necessity And Chance. Woe To Him Who Has Accustomed Himself From His Youth Up To Find Something Necessary In What Is Capricious, And Who Would Ascribe Something Like Reason To Chance And Make A Religion Of Surrendering To It.

He Who Is Resolute Conquers Grief.

He Is Happiest, Be He King Or Peasant, Who Finds Peace In His Home.

He Who Does Not Think Much Of Himself Is Much More Esteemed Than He Imagines.