What will people say-in these words lies the tyranny of the world, the whole destruction of our natural disposition, the oblique vision of our minds. These four words hold sway everywhere.

We consider it tedious to talk of the weather, and yet there is nothing more important.

Solitude has a healing consoler, friend, companion: it is work.

To acquire money requires valor, to keep money requires prudence, and to spend money well is an art.

We hear the rain fall, but not the snow. Bitter grief is loud, calm grief is silent.

When the foot of the' mountain is enveloped in mist, the mountain appears to us much loftier than it is; so also when the ground and basis of a disaster is not clear to us.

Gratitude is a soil on which joy thrives.