Hope Is Nature's Veil For Hiding Truth's

I Regard Large Inherited Wealth As A Misfortune, Which Merely Serves To Dull Men's Faculties. A Man Who Possesses Great Wealth Should, Therefore, Allow Only A Small Portion To Descend To His Relatives. Even If He Has Children, I Consider It A Mistake To Hand Over To Them Considerable Sums Of Money Beyond What Is Necessary For Their Education. To Do So Merely Encourages Laziness And Impedes The Healthy Development Of The Individual's Capacity To Make An Independent Position For Himself.

I Am A Misanthrope Yet Utterly Benevolent.

To His Sister-in-law: What A Contrast Between Us! You Live A Warm And Glowing Life, Surrounded By Loved Ones Whom You Care For And Who Care For You; You Are Anchored In Contentment. I Drift About Without Rudder Or Compass, A Wreck On The Sea Of Life; I Have No Memories To Cheer Me, No Pleasant Illusions Of The Future To Comfort Me, Or About Me To Satisfy My Vanity. I Have No Family To Furnish The Only Kind Of Survival That Concerns Us, No Friends For The Wholesome Development Of My Affections, Or Enemies For My Malice.

Nature Is Man's Teacher. She Unfolds Her Treasures To His Search, Unseals His Eye, Illumes His Mind, And Purifies His Heart; An Influence Breathes From All The Sights And Sounds Of Her Existence.

The Savants Will Write Excellent Volumes. There Will Be Laureates. But Wars Will Continue Just The Same Until The Forces Of The Circumstances Render Them Impossible.