Shared Joys Make A Friend, Not Shared

Whoever Commits To Paper What He Suffers Becomes A Melancholy Author: But He Becomes A Serious Author When He Tells Us What He Suffered And Why He Now Reposes In Joy.

Where One Despises, One Cannot Wage War.

One Must Renounce The Bad Taste Of Wishing To Agree With Many People.

There Is An Old Illusion. It Is Called Good And Evil.

One Never Dives Into The Water To Save A Drowning Man More Eagerly Than When There Are Others Present Who Dare Not Take The Risk.