There Seems To Be Some Pleasure For

Those Who Are Held Wise Among Men And Who Search The Reasons Of Things, Are Those Who Bring The Most Sorrow On Themselves.

I Hate It In Friends When They Come Too Late To Help.

The Childless Escape Much Misery.

The Man Is Happiest Who Lives From Day To Day And Asks No More, Garnering The Simple Goodness Of Life.

The Variety Of All Things Forms A Pleasure.