Those Who Make Use Of Devotion As

Just As, Out Of Habit, One Consults A Run-down Clock As Though It Were Still Going, So Too One May Look At The Face Of A Beautiful Woman As Though He Still Loved Her.

Whoever Would Do Good In The World, Ought Not To Deal In Censure. We Ought Not To Destroy, But Rather Construct.

The Highest Happiness, The Purest Joys Of Life, Wear Out At Last.

It Is Unpleasant To Miss Even The Most Trifling Thing To Which We Have Been Accustomed.

Writing History Is A Method Of Getting Rid Of The Past.