The World Is Governed By Love,--self-love.

Generally Speaking, There Is More Wit Than Talent In The World. Society Swarms With Witty People Who Lack Talent.

Man Spends His Life In Reasoning On The Past, In Complaining Of The Present, In Fearing Future.

That Which Happens To The Soil When It Ceases To Be Cultivated By The Social Man Happens To Man Himself When He Foolishly Forsakes Society For Solitude; The Brambles Grow Up In His Desert Heart.

Extremes Produce Reaction. Beware That Our Boasted Civilization Does Not Lapse Into Barbarism.

Memory Always Obeys The Commands Of The Heart.