That man lives happy and in command of himself, who from day to day can say I have lived. Whether clouds obscure, or the sun illumines the following day, that which is past is beyond recall.

In trying to be concise I become obscure.

This was my prayer: an adequate portion of land with a garden and a spring of water and a small wood to complete the picture.

Let the fictitious sources of pleasure be as near as possible to the true.

The mob will now and then see things in a right light.

There are as many preferences as there are men.

It is hard! But what can not be removed, becomes lighter through patience.