A Fool Has Not Material

Bodily Labor Alleviates The Pains Of The Mind And From This Arises The Happiness Of The Poor

Every One Speaks Well Of His Own Heart, But No One Dares Speak Well Of His Own Mind.

The More One Loves A Mistress, The More One Is Ready To Hate Her.

Why Is It That Our Memory Is Good Enough To Retain The Least Triviality That Happens To Us, And Yet Not Good Enough To Recollect How Often We Have Told It To The Same Person?

In All Aspects Of Life, We Take On A Part And An Appearance To Seem To Be What We Wish To Be--and Thus The World Is Merely Composed Of Actors.