The World Is All A Carcass And

There Is Perhaps No More Obvious Vanity Than To Write Of It So Vainly.

Virtue Can Have Naught To Do With Ease. . . . It Craves A Steep And Thorny Path.

Not Only Does The Wind Of Accidents Stir Me According To Its Blowing, But I Am Also Stirred And Troubled By The Instability Of My Attitude.

Wonder Is The Foundation Of All Philosophy, Inquiry The Progress, Ignorance The End.

Whether The Events In Our Life Are Good Or Bad, Greatly Depends On The Way We Perceive Them.