Man is the artificer of his own happiness.
I wish to learn what life has to teach, and not, when I come to die, discover that I have not truly lived.
What is sour in the house a bracing walk in the woods makes sweet.
There is no just and serene criticism as yet.
A man may acquire a taste for wine or brandy, and so lose his love for water, but should we not pity him.
The man who is dissatisfied with himself, what can he do?