To Be At Other People's Orders Brings

I Am Much Better Employed From Every Point Of View, When I Live Solely For My Own Satisfaction, Than When I Begin To Worry About The World. The World Frightens Me, And A Frightened Man Is No Good For Anything.

The Truths Of Life Are Not Discovered By Us. At Moments Unforeseen, Some Gracious Influence Descends Upon The Soul, Touching It To An Emotion Which, We Know Not How, The Mind Transmutes Into Thought.

Perhaps It Is While Drinking Tea That I Most Of All Enjoy The Sense Of Leisure.

The Mind Which Renounces, Once And For Ever, A Futile Hope, Has Its Compensation In Ever-growing Calm.

Flippancy, The Most Hopeless Form Of Intellectual Vice.