What Is The Truth, But A Lie

People Live For The Morrow, Because The Day-after-to-morrow Is Doubtful.

Along The Journey We Commonly Forget Its Goal. Almost Every Vocation Is Chosen And Entered Upon As A Means To A Purpose But Is Ultimately Continued As A Final Purpose In Itself. Forgetting Our Objectives Is The Most Frequent Stupidity In Which We Indulge Ourselves.

Not Infrequently, We Encounter Copies Of Important Human Beings; And Here, Too, As In The Case Of Paintings, Most People Prefer The Copies To The Originals.

Compassion For The Friend Should Conceal Itself Under A Hard Shell.

He Who Climbeth On The Highest Mountains, Laugheth At All Tragic Plays And Tragic Realities.