Nothing Troubles You For Which You Do

The Cultivation Of The Mind Is A Kind Of Food Supplied For The Soul Of Man.

Man Is His Own Worst Enemy. [lat., Nihil Inimicius Quam Sibi Ipse.]

We Were Born To Unite With Our Fellow Men, And To Join In Community With The Human Race.

I Do Not Understand What The Man Who Is Happy Wants In Order To Be Happier.

Times Are Bad. Children No Longer Obey Their Parents, And Everyone Is Writing A Book.