Our Earthly Ball A Peopled Garden.

If You've Never Eaten While Crying You Don T Know What Life Tastes Like.

If We Are Out Of Synch With Ourselves, Everything Is Out Of Synch For Us.

Must It Ever Be Thus-that The Source Of Our Happiness Must Also Be The Fountain Of Our Misery? The Full And Ardent Sentiment Which Animated My Heart With The Love Of Nature, Overwhelming Me With A Torrent Of Delight, And Which Brought All Paradise Before Me, Has Now Become An Insupportable Torment, A Demon Which Perpetually Pursues And Harrasses Me.

The Philosophers Must Station Themselves In The Middle.

The Older We Grow, The Greater Become The Ordeals.