I Strove With None; For None Was

We Fancy We Suffer From Ingratitude, While In Reality We Suffer From Self-love.

As We Sometimes Find One Thing While We Are Looking For Another, So, If Truth Escaped Me, Happiness And Contentment Fell In My Way.

There Is Only One Word Of Tenderness We Could Say, Which We Have Not Said Oftentimes Before ; And There Is No Consolation In It. The Happy Never Say, And Never Hear Said, Farewell.

A True Philosopher Is Beyond The Reach Of Fortune.

The Sublime Is Contained In A Grain Of Dust.