...nothing At All Rides On The Life

Happiness Consists In Frequent Repetition Of Pleasure

If, While Hurrying Ostensibly To The Temple Of Truth, We Hand The Reins Over To Our Personal Interests Which Look Aside At Very Different Guiding Stars, For Instance At The Tastes And Foibles Of Our Contemporaries, At The Established Religion, But In Particular At The Hints And Suggestions Of Those At The Head Of Affairs, Then How Shall We Ever Reach The High, Precipitous, Bare Rock Whereon Stands The Temple Of Truth?

It Is Difficult To Find Happiness Within Oneself, But It Is Impossible To Find It Anywhere Else.

Wicked Thoughts And Worthless Efforts Gradually Set Their Mark On The Face, Especially The Eyes.

Reason Is Feminine In Nature; It Can Only Give After It Has Received.