The Wise Man Is Satisfied With Nothing.

What Indeed Is Life, Unless So Far As It Is Enjoyed? It Does Not Merit The Name.

My Mind Was Bursting With Depression And Anguish. I Muttered Imprecations And Murmuring As I Passed Along. I Was Full Of Loathing And Abhorrence Of Life, And All That Life Carries In Its Train.

Whenever Truth Stands In The Mind Unaccompanied By The Evidence Upon Which It Depends, It Cannot Properly Be Said To Be Apprehended At All.

If There Be Such A Thing As Truth, It Must Infallibly Be Struck Out By The Collision Of Mind With Mind.

Perseverance Is An Active Principle, And Cannot Continue To Operate But Under The Influence Of Desire.