Because, To Despise Money, One Must Have

Misfortunes Cannot Suffice To Make A Fool Into An Intelligent Man.

The Richness Of Life Lies In Memories We Have Forgotten.

All Our "most Sacred Affections " Are Merely Prosaic Habit.

To Avenge A Wrong Done To You, Is To Rob Yourself Of The Comfort Of Crying Out Against The Injustice Of It.

Life Is Not A Search For Experience, But For Ourselves. Having Discovered Our Own Fundamental Level We Realize That It Conforms To Our Own Destiny And We Find Peace.