In a narrow circle the mind contracts. Man grows with his expanded needs.
In the society, where people are just parts in a larger machine, individuals are unable to develop fully.
Whatever lives, lives to die in sorrow. We engage our hearts, and grasp after the things of this world, only to undergo the pang of losing them.
Man is made of ordinary things, and habit is his nurse.
Friends show me what I can do, foes teach me what I should do.
Alas! When duty grows thy law, enjoyment fades away.