One Ought, Everyday, To Hear

A Judge Who Cannot Punish, In The End Associates Themselves With The Criminal.

It Is Unpleasant To Miss Even The Most Trifling Thing To Which We Have Been Accustomed.

Is It Not Enough That We Cannot Make One Another Happy, Must We Also Rob One Another Of The Pleasures That Any Heart May Permit Itself Now And Then? And Name Me A Person Who In A Bad Mood Will Be Decent Enough To Hide It, To Bear It Alone, Without Destroying The Joy Around Him. Is It Not Rather An Inner Dissatisfaction With Our Own Unworthiness, A Dislike Of Ourselves That Is Always Associated With Envy Aggravated By Foolish Conceit? We See People Happy And Not Made Happy By Us, And That Is Unbearable.

Love And Desire Are The Spirit's Wings To Great Deeds.

Love Grants In A Moment What Toil Can Hardly Acheive In An Age.