Our Greatest Illusion Is To Believe That

To Do Easily What Is Difficult For Others Is The Mark Of Talent.

Nothing Finite Is True, Is Interesting, Is Worthy To Fix My Attention. All That Is Particular Is Exclusive, And All That Is Exclusive Repels Me.

The Beautiful Souls Of The World Have An Art Of Saintly Alchemy, By Which Bitterness Is Converted Into Kindness, The Gall Of Human Experience Into Gentleness, Ingratitude Into Benefits, Insults Into Pardon.

To Repel One's Cross Is To Make It Heavier.

At Bottom, Everything Depends Upon The Presence Or Absence Of One Single Element In The Soul - Hope