Beauty Is Everywhere A Welcome Guest.

Hope Is The Second Soul Of The Unhappy.

Vanity Is A Desire Of Personal Glory, The Wish To Be Appreciated, Honoured, And Run After, Not Because Of One's Personal Qualities, Merits, And Achievements, But Because Of One's Individual Existence. At Best, Therefore, It Is A Frivolous Beauty Whim It Befits.

Age Childish Makes, They Say, But 'tis Not True; We're Only Genuine Children Still In Age's Season. [ger., Das Alter Macht Nicht Kindisch, Wie Man Spricht, Es Findet Uns Nur Noch Als Wahre Kinder.]

I Was Oppressed With The Sensations I Then Felt; I Sunk Under The Weight Of Them.

A Vain Man Can Never Be Utterly Ruthless: He Wants To Win Applause And Therefore He Accommodates Himself To Others