No One Feels Another's Grief.

The World Resembles A Stage On Which Every Man Is Playing A Part.

A Man Endures Misfortune Without Complaint.

No One Really Understands The Grief Or Joy Of Another. We Always Imagine That We Are Approaching Some Other, But Our Lines Of Travel Are Actually Parallel.

I Am Composing Like A God, As If It Simply Had To Be Done As It Has Been Done.

Easy Mind, Light Heart. A Mind That Is Too Easy Hides A Heart That Is Too Heavy.