Wit Is Better As A Seasoning Than

Our First And Last Love Is Self-love.

Winter Is The Night Of Vegetation.

Earth Took Her Shining Station As A Star, In Heaven's Dark Hall, High Up The Crowd Of Worlds.

No Man Is Happy Without A Delusion Of Some Kind. Delusions Are As Necessary To Our Happiness As Realities.

Repose Without Stagnation Is The State Most Favorable To Happiness. "the Great Felicity Of Life," Says Seneca, "is To Be Without Perturbations.