Only The Soul That Loves Is Happy

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.

The Man Who Acts Never Has Any Conscience; No One Has Any Conscience But The Man Who Thinks

Flowers Are The Beautiful Hieroglyphics Of Nature With Which She Indicates How Much She Loves Us.

In Comradeship Is Danger Countered Best.

Cursed Mammon Be, When He With Treasures To Restless Action Spurs Our Fate! Cursed When For Soft, Indulgent Leisures, He Lays For Us The Pillows Straight.