Every Habit Makes Our Hand More Witty

Instinct. When The House Burns One Forgets Even Lunch. Yes, But One Eats It Later In The Ashes.

If Virtue Goes To Sleep, It Will Be More Vigorous When It Awakes.

Compassion For The Friend Should Conceal Itself Under A Hard Shell.

There Are Instances When We Are Like Horses, We Psychologists, And Grow Restless: We See Our Own Shadow Wavering Up And Down Before Us. A Psychologist Must Look Away From Himself In Order To See Anything At All.

One Must Renounce The Bad Taste Of Wishing To Agree With Many People.