There Is No More Dreary Or More

Not Joy Is The Mother Of Dissipation, But Joylessness.

The Familiarity Of Superiors Embitters One, Because It May Not Be Returned.

We Must Learn To Love, Learn To Be Kind, And This From The Earliest Youth; If Education Or Chance Give Us No Opportunity To Practice These Feelings, Our Soul Becomes Dry And Unsuited Even To Understanding The Tender Inventions Of Loving People.

When The Gratitude Of Many To One Throws Away All Shame, We Behold Fame.

One Must Learn To Be A Sponge If One Wants To Be Loved By Hearts That Overflow.