The Present Letter Is A

Man's Grandeur Is That He Knows Himself To Be Miserable.

Some Vices Only Lay Hold Of Us By Means Of Others, And These, Like Branches, Fall On Removal Of The Trunk.

On The Occasions When I Have Pondered Over Men's Various Activities, The Dangers And Worries They Are Exposed To At Court Or At War, From Which So Many Quarrels, Passions, Risky, Often Ill-conceived Actions And So On Are Born, I Have Often Said That Man's Unhappiness Springs From One Thing Alone, His Incapacity To Stay Quietly In One Room.

All Our Dignity Lies In Our Thoughts.

If We Examine Our Thoughts, We Shall Find Them Always Occupied With The Past Or The Future.