The Value Of Ourselves Is But The

Our Reason May Prove What It Will: Our Reason Is Only A Feeble Ray That Has Issued From Nature.

Happiness Is Rarely Absent; It Is We That Know Not Of Its Presence.

I Count Only The Hours That Are Serene.

Physical Suffering Apart, Not A Single Sorrow Exists That Can Touch Us Except Through Our Thoughts.

How Strangely Do We Diminish A Thing As Soon As We Try To Express It In Words.