Humankind's Chief Fault Is That They Have

People Will Not Bear It When Advice Is Violently Given, Even If It Is Well Founded. Hearts Are Flowers; They Remain Open To The Softly Falling Dew, But Shut Up In The Violent Downpour Of Rain.

How Narrow Our Souls Become When Absorbed In Any Present Good Or Ill! It Is Only The Thought Of The Future That Makes Them Great.

If Self-knowledge Is The Road To Virtue, So Is Virtue Still More The Road To Self-knowledge.

Like The Greatest Virtue And The Worst Dogs, The Fiercest Hatred Is Silent.

Man Has Here Two And A Half Minutes-one To Smile, One To Sigh, And A Half To Love: For In The Midst Of This Minute He Dies.