But what are years, what are months!" he would exclaim. "Why count the days, when even one day is enough for man to know all happiness.

Man grows used to everything, the scoundrel!

Of course I shall go astray often...for who does not make mistakes? But I cannot go far wrong for I have seen the truth.

Nothing in this world is harder than speaking the truth, nothing easier than flattery.

Above all, don't lie to yourself. The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to a point that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect he ceases to love.

You are told a lot about your education, but some beautiful, sacred memory, preserved since childhood, is perhaps the best education of all. If a man carries many such memories into life with him, he is saved for the rest of his days. And even if only one good memory is left in our hearts, it may also be the instrument of our salvation one day.

Although your mind works, your heart is darkened with depravity; and without a pure heart there can be no complete and true consciousness