The Old Woman Dies, The Burden Is

Although As A Rule The Absurd Culminates, And It Seems Impossible For The Voice Of The Individual Ever To Penetrate Through The Chorus Of Foolers And Fooled, Still There Is Left To The Genuine Works Of All Times A Quite Peculiar, Silent, Slow, And Powerful Influence; And As If By A Miracle, We See Them Rise At Last Out Of The Turmoil Like A Balloon That Floats Up Out Of The Thick Atmosphere Of This Globe Into Purer Regions. Having Once Arrived There, It Remains At Rest, And No One Can Any Longer Draw It Down Again.

Honour Is External Conscience, And Conscience Is Inward Honour.

Reading Is A Mere Makeshift For Original Thinking.

A Good Supply Of Resignation Is Of The First Importance In Providing For The Journey Of Life.

It Is A Clear Gain To Sacrifice Pleasure In Order To Avoid Pain.