Because, To Despise Money, One Must Have

But The Real, Tremendous Truth Is This: Suffering Serves No Purpose Whatever.

All Our "most Sacred Affections " Are Merely Prosaic Habit.

We Like To Have Work To Do, So As To Have The Right To Rest.

Suicides Are Timid Murderers. Masochism Instead Of Sadism.

Men Who Have A Tempestuous Inner Life And Do Not Seek To Give Vent To It By Talking Or Writing Are Simply Men Who Have No Tempestuous Inner Life. Give Company To A Lonely Man And He Will Talk More Than Anyone.