Passion Is Always Suffering, Even When Gratified.

The Incurable Ills Are The Imaginary Ills.

Between Being Able To And Actually Doing Something Lies An Ocean, And On Its Bottom Rests All Too Often The Wreck Of Willpower.

The Manuscript In The Drawer Either Rots Or Ripens.

Only Those Few People Who Practice It Believe In Goodness.

Nothing Makes Us More Cowardly And Unconscionable Than The Desire To Be Loved By Everyone.