The Eternal Female Draws Us Onward.

To Every One [nature] Appears In A Form Of His Own. She Hides Herself In A Thousand Names And Terms, And Is Always The Same.

Self-love Exaggerates Our Faults As Well As Our Virtues.

The Person Who In Shaky Times Also Wavers Only Increases The Evil, But The Person Of Firm Decision Fashions The Universe.

A Human Being Needs Only A Small Plot Of Ground On Which To Be Happy, And Even Less To Lie Beneath.

To Be Sure, We Have Inherited Abilities, But Our Development We Owe To Thousands Of Influences Coming From The World Around Us From Which We Appropriate What We Can And What Is Suitable To Us.