All Sorrow Has Its Root In Man's

If A Soldier Or Labourer Complain Of The Hardship Of His Lot, Set Him To Do Nothing.

Vanity Is But The Surface.

All Our Life Passes In This Way: We Seek Rest By Struggling Against Certain Obstacles, And Once They Are Overcome, Rest Proves Intolerable Because Of The Boredom It Produces.

Great And Small Suffer The Same Mishaps.

In Proportion As Our Own Mind Is Enlarged We Discover A Greater Number Of Men Of Originality. Commonplace People See No Difference Between One Man And Another.