Everything Since Homer Has Improved, Except Poetry.

The End Of Pain We Take As Happiness.

No Human Trait Deserves Less Tolerance In Everyday Life, And Gets Less, Than Intolerance.

He Who Doubts, Knows - Knows As Much As Can Be Known.

Man Is Doomed Either Squander His Youth, Which Is The Only Time He Has To Store Provisions For The Coming Years And Provide For His Own Well-being, Or To Spend His Youth Procuring Pleasures In Advance For That Time Of Life When He Will Be Too Old To Enjoy Them.

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.