I Treat My Heart Like A Sick

Nothing Should Be Valued Higher Than The Value Of The Day.

He Is A Man Whom It Is Impossible To Please, Because He Is Never Pleased With Himself.

Once More I Am A Wanderer, A Pilgrim, Through The World. But What Else Are You?

If I Work Incessantly To The Last, Nature Owes Me Another Form Of Existence When The Present One Collapses.

If Man Thinks About His Physical Or Moral State He Usually Discovers That He Is Ill.