To understand someone, find out how he spends his money.
Full of troubles, the mind is still the only Garden of Delight.
Alone, I am satisfied with myself. With others, I am beset by troubling comparisons.
Even the most abject have a sense of superiority based on powerful though undefined merits.
Unhappiness is too common to call for special measures.
I change my opinions often, but not my way of thinking.