The Rich Want Good Wine, The Poor,

Love Can Do Much, But Duty More.

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.

Man Supposes That He Directs His Life And Governs His Actions, When His Existence Is Irretrievably Under The Control Of Destiny

All Truths Are Old, And All That We Have To Do Is Recognize And Utter Them Anew.

If I Love You, What Business Is It Of Yours?