The World Is So Full Of Simpletons

We Cannot Too Soon Convince Ourselves How Easily We May Be Dispensed With In The World. What Important Personages We Imagine Ourselves To Be! We Think That We Alone Are The Life Of The Circle In Which We Move; In Our Absence, We Fancy That Life, Existence, Breath Will Come To A General Pause, And, Alas, The Gap Which We Leave Is Scarcely Perceptible, So Quickly Is It Filled Again; Nay, It Is Often The Place, If Not Of Something Better, At Least For Something More Agreeable.

A Man Is Not Little When He Finds It Difficult To Cope With Circumstances, But When Circumstances Overmaster Him.

Everyone Holds His Fortune In His Own Hands, Like A Sculptor The Raw Material He Will Fashion Into A Figure. But It's The Same With That Type Of Artistic Activity As With All Others: We Are Merely Born With The Capability To Do It. The Skill To Mold The Material Into What We Want Must Be Learned And Attentively Cultivated.

He Who Is Plenteously Provided For From Within Needs But Little From Without.

I Don't Know A Greater Advantage, Than To Appreciate The Worth Of An Enemy.