The Object Of Convalescence Ought To Be

The Danger In Happiness - "now Everything Is Turning Out Right For Me; From Now On I'll Love Every Turn Of Fate - Who Wants To Be My Fate?

We Feign Pity When We Want To Demonstrate Our Ascendancy Over Feelings Of Hostility: But Usually In Vain. Whenever We Notice This,there Is An Accompanying Surge In Those Hostile Sensations.

The Great Epochs Of Our Life Come When We Gain The Courage To Rechristen Our Evil As What Is Best In Us.

When We Are Tired, We Are Attacked By Ideas We Conquered Long Ago.

One Can Promise Actions, But Not Feelings, For The Latter Are Involuntary. He Who Promises To Love Forever Or Hate Forever Or Be Forever Faithful To Someone Is Promising Something That Is Not In His Power.