Happiness Is Nothing More Than

The Willow Which Bends To The Tempest, Often Escapes Better Than The Oak Which Resists It; And So In Great Calamities, It Sometimes Happens That Light And Frivolous Spirits Recover Their Elasticity And Presence Of Mind Sooner Than Those Of A Loftier Character.

I Am Life That Wants To Live, In The Midst Of Life That Wants To Live.

Man Must Cease Attributing His Problems To His Environment, And Learn Again To Exercise His Will - His Personal Responsibility In The Realm Of Faith And Morals.

We Are All So Much Together, But We Are All Dying Of Loneliness.

The City Of Truth Cannot Be Built On The Swampy Ground Of Skepticism.