Reality Is A Prison, Where One Vegetates

It Is Not The Actual Enjoyment Of Pleasure That We Desire. What We Want Is To Test The Futility Of That Pleasure, So As To Be No Longer Obsessed By It.

It Is Not That Things Happen To Each Of Us According To His Fate, But That He Interprets What Has Happened, If He Has Power To Do So, According To His Sense Of His Own Destiny .

Idleness Makes Hours Pass Slowly And Years Swiftly. Activity Makes The Hours Short And The Years Long.

Love Is Desire For Knowledge.

We Can All Do Good Deeds, But Very Few Of Us Can Think Good Thoughts.