We Only Understand That Which Already Is

Whatever Impatience We May Feel Towards Our Neighbor, And Whatever Indignation Our Race May Rouse In Us, We Are Chained One To Another, And, Companions In Labour And Misfortune, Have Everything To Lose By Mutual Recrimination And Reproach. Let Us Be Silent As To Each Other's Weakness, Helpful, Tolerant, Many, Tender Towards Each Other! Or, If We Cannot Feel Tenderness, May We At Least Feel Pity!

It Is Dangerous To Abandon One's Self To The Luxury Of Grief; It Deprives One Of Courage, And Even Of The Wish For Recovery.

We Are Never More Discontented With Others Than When We Are Discontented With Ourselves.

Only Evil Grows Of Itself, While For Goodness We Want Effort And Courage.

Our Greatest Illusion Is To Believe That We Are What We Think Ourselves To Be.