My Home Is Where I Work, And

I Would Not Leave Anything To A Man Of Action As He Would Be Tempted To Give Up Work; On The Other Hand, I Would Like To Help Dreamers As They Find It Difficult To Get On In Life.

I Have Not The Slightest Pretension To Call My Verses Poetry; I Write Now And Then For No Other Purpose Than To Relieve Depression Or To Improve My English.

The Truthful Man Is Usually A Liar.

I Regard Large Inherited Wealth As A Misfortune, Which Merely Serves To Dull Men's Faculties. A Man Who Possesses Great Wealth Should, Therefore, Allow Only A Small Portion To Descend To His Relatives. Even If He Has Children, I Consider It A Mistake To Hand Over To Them Considerable Sums Of Money Beyond What Is Necessary For Their Education. To Do So Merely Encourages Laziness And Impedes The Healthy Development Of The Individual's Capacity To Make An Independent Position For Himself.

To His Sister-in-law: What A Contrast Between Us! You Live A Warm And Glowing Life, Surrounded By Loved Ones Whom You Care For And Who Care For You; You Are Anchored In Contentment. I Drift About Without Rudder Or Compass, A Wreck On The Sea Of Life; I Have No Memories To Cheer Me, No Pleasant Illusions Of The Future To Comfort Me, Or About Me To Satisfy My Vanity. I Have No Family To Furnish The Only Kind Of Survival That Concerns Us, No Friends For The Wholesome Development Of My Affections, Or Enemies For My Malice.