Man Is Almost Always As Wicked As

The End Of Pain We Take As Happiness.

What Do You Do There, Moon, In The Sky? Tell Me What You Do, Silent Moon. When Evening Comes You Rise And Go Contemplating Wastelands; Then You Set.

Since The World Never Faults A Man Who Refuses To Yield...it Is Generally Recognized That Weak Men Live In Obedience To The World's Will, While The Strong Obey Only Their Own.

If The Best Company Is That Which We Leave Feeling Most Satisfied With Ourselves, It Follows That It Is The Company We Leave Most Bored.

The Thought That Really Crushes Us Is The Thought Of The Futility Of Life Of Which Death Is The Visible Manifestation.