Happiness Is Egotistical.

It Is The Way Of Weakened Minds To See Everything Through A Black Cloud. The Soul Forms Its Own Horizons; Your Soul Is Darkened, And Consequently The Sky Of The Future Appears Stormy And Unpromising

He's Right: They Have To Put Madmen With Madmen.

I Do Not Often Laugh, Sir, As You May Perceive By The Air Of My Countenance; But Nevertheless, I Retain The Privilege Of Laughing When I Please.

Those Born To Wealth, And Who Have The Means Of Gratifying Every Wish, Know Not What Is The Real Happiness Of Life, Just As Those Who Have Been Tossed On The Stormy Waters Of The Ocean On A Few Frail Planks Can Alone Realize The Blessings Of Fair Weather.

You Who Are In Power Have Only The Means That Money Produces — We Who Are In Expectation, Have Those Which Devotion Prompts.