People Are Ridiculous Only When They Try

That Is Why All Great Men Are Modest: They Consistently Measure Themselves Not In Comparison To Other People But To The Idea Of Perfection Ever Present In Their Minds, An Ideal Infinitely Clearer And Greater Than Any Common People Have, And They Also Realize How Far They Are From Fulfilling Their Ideal.

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

Old Age Is The Supreme Evil, For It Deprives Man Of All Pleasures While Allowing His Appetites To Remain, And It Brings With It Every Possible Sorrow. Yet Men Fear Death And Desire Old Age.

Freedom Is The Dream You Dream While Putting Thought In Chains Again --

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.