Life Is But A Preparation For What

The Style Of An Author Is A Faithful Copy Of His Mind.

One Criticizes The English For Carrying Their Teapots Wherever They Go, Even Lugging Them Up Mount Etna. But Doesn't Every Nationhave Its Teapot, In Which, Even When Traveling, It Brews The Dried Bundles Of Herbs Brought From Home?

None Are More Hopelessly Enslaved Than Those Who Falsely Believe They Are Free.

What Is The Destiny Of Man, But To Fill Up The Measure Of His Sufferings, And To Drink His Allotted Cup Of Bitterness?

Who Is The Most Sensible Person? The One Who Finds What Is To Their Own Advantage In All That Happens To Them.