Willing Is Not Enough, We Must Do.

To Venture An Opinion Is Like Moving A Piece At Chess: It May Be Taken, But It Forms The Beginning Of A Game That Is Won.

One Mind Is Enough For A Thousand Hands.

Is It Not Enough That We Cannot Make One Another Happy, Must We Also Rob One Another Of The Pleasures That Any Heart May Permit Itself Now And Then? And Name Me A Person Who In A Bad Mood Will Be Decent Enough To Hide It, To Bear It Alone, Without Destroying The Joy Around Him. Is It Not Rather An Inner Dissatisfaction With Our Own Unworthiness, A Dislike Of Ourselves That Is Always Associated With Envy Aggravated By Foolish Conceit? We See People Happy And Not Made Happy By Us, And That Is Unbearable.

Everything That Frees Our Spirit Without Giving Us Control Of Ourselves Is Ruinous.

The Greatest Genius Will Not Be Worth Much If He Pretends To Draw Exclusively From His Own Resources