If You Go To See The Woman,

The Hour-hand Of Life --- Life Consists Of Rare, Isolated Moments Of The Greatest Significance, And Of Innumerably Many Intervals, During Which At Best The Silhouettes Of Those Moments Hover About Us. Love, Springtime, Every Beautiful Melody, Mountains, The Moon, The Sea - All These Speak Completely To The Heart But Once, If In Fact They Ever Do Get A Chance To Speak Completely. For Many Men Do Not Have Those Moments At All, And Are Themselves Intervals And Intermissions In The Symphony Of Real Life.

Natural Death Is Independent Of All Reason And Is Really An Irrational Death, In Which The Pitiable Substance Of The Shell Determines How Long The Kernel Is To Exist Or Not; In Which, Accordingly, The Stunted, Diseased And Dull Witted Jailer Is Lord, And Indicates The Moment At Which His Distinguished Prisoner Shall Die.

Thinking Has To Be Learned In The Way Dancing Has To Be Learned.

A Few Hours' Mountain Climbing Make Of A Rogue And A Saint Two Fairly Equal Creatures. Tiredness Is The Shortest Path To Equality And Fraternity - And Sleep Finally Adds To Them Liberty.

Whoever Has Not Two-thirds Of His Time To Himself, Is A Slave.