It's Pointless To Cry. One Is Born

If It Is True That One Gets Used To Suffering, How Is It That As The Years Go One Always Suffers More? No, They Are Not Mad, Those People Who Amuse Themselves, Enjoy Life, Travel, Make Love, Fight They Are Not Mad. We Should Like To Do The Same Ourselves.

You Will Hear Words Old And Spent And Useless Like Costumes Left Over From Yesterday's Parties.

A Work Settles Nothing, Just As The Labor Of A Whole Generation Settles Nothing. Sons, And The Morrow, Always Start Afresh.

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

Work Alone Isn't Enough For Me And Mine; We Know How To Break Our Backs, But The Great Dream Of My Fathers Was To Be Good At Doing Nothing.