There Is Only One Pleasure-that Of Being

Many Men On The Point Of An Edifying Death Would Be Furious If They Were Suddenly Restored To Health.

A Work Settles Nothing, Just As The Labor Of A Whole Generation Settles Nothing. Sons, And The Morrow, Always Start Afresh.

A Love Thought: I Love You So Much That I Could Wish I Had Been Born Your Brother, Or Had Brought You Into The World Myself.

You Wait For Nothing If Not For The Word That Will Burst From The Deep Like A Fruit Among Branches.

The Real Affliction Of Old Age Is Remorse.