The Incurable Ills Are The Imaginary Ills.

Pity Is Love In Undress.

In Meeting Again After A Separation, Acquaintances Ask After Our Outward Life, Friends After Our Inner Life.

No One Is So Eager To Gain New Experiences As He Who Doesn't Know How To Make Use Of The Old Ones.

Privilege Is The Greatest Enemy Of Right.

Misanthropy Is A Suit Of Armor Lined With Thorns.