The End Of Pain We Take As

Real Misanthropes Are Not Found In Solitude, But In The World; Since It Is Experience Of Life, And Not Philosophy, Which Produces Real Hatred Of Mankind.

The Artist's Conception Of His Art Or The Scientist's Of His Science Is Usually As Great As His Conception Of His Own Worth Is Small.

Man Is Almost Always As Wicked As His Needs Require.

In All Climates, Under All Skies, Man's Happiness Is Always Somewhere Else.

It's Interesting To Observe That Almost All Truly Worthy Men Have Simple Manners, And That Simple Manners Are Almost Always Taken As A Sign Of Little Worth