He Who, To Be Happy,

We Hear The Rain Fall, But Not The Snow. Bitter Grief Is Loud, Calm Grief Is Silent.

The Vain Being Is The Really Solitary Being.

When The Foot Of The' Mountain Is Enveloped In Mist, The Mountain Appears To Us Much Loftier Than It Is; So Also When The Ground And Basis Of A Disaster Is Not Clear To Us.

What Will People Say-in These Words Lies The Tyranny Of The World, The Whole Destruction Of Our Natural Disposition, The Oblique Vision Of Our Minds. These Four Words Hold Sway Everywhere.

All Men Are Selfish, But The Vain Man Is In Love With Himself. He Admires, Like The Lover His Adored One, Everything Which To Others Is Indifferent.