Ask the young. They know everything.

The paper is patient, but the reader is not.

How many people eat, drink, and get married; buy, sell, and build; make contracts and attend to their fortune; have friends and enemies, pleasures and pains, are born, grow up, live and die - but asleep!

Truth takes the stamp of the souls it enters. It is rigorous and rough in arid souls, but tempers and softens itself in loving natures.

We use up in the passions the stuff that was given us for happiness.

Imitate time; it destroys everything slowly; it undermines, it wears away, it detaches, it does not wrench.

Questions show the mind's range, and answers its subtlety.