The World Is The Same Everywhere.

No Mortal Eye Has Ever Fully Seen A Flash Of Lightning ... For No Matter How Firmly We Look, Our Eyes Are Sure To Be Dazzled.

It Is Only When One Is Thoroughly True That There Can Be Purity And Freedom. Falsehood Always Punishes Itself.

The Vain Being Is The Really Solitary Being.

Our Second Mother, Habit, Is Also A Good Mother.

Truly, One Gets Easier Accustomed To A Silken Bed Than To A Sack Of Leaves.