The Two Enemies Of Human Happiness Are

A Man Must Have Grown Old And Lived Long In Order To See How Short Life Is.

I Know Of No More Beautiful Prayer Than That Which The Hindus Of Old Used In Closing: May All That Have Life Be Delivered From Suffering.

Men Need Some Kind Of External Activity, Because They Are Inactive Within.

He Who Lives To See Two Or Three Generations Is Like A Man Who Sits Some Time In The Conjurer's Booth At A Fair, And Witnesses The Performance Twice Or Thrice In Succession. The Tricks Were Meant To Be Seen Only Once; And When They Are No Longer A Novelty And Cease To Deceive, Their Effect Is Gone.

Hatred Is An Affair Of The Heart; Contempt That Of The Head.