The Dog Who Meets With A Good

To Be Happy Is Only To Have Freed One's Soul From The Unrest Of Unhappiness.

The Living Are Just The Dead On Holiday

There Is No Soul That Does Not Respond To Love, For The Soul Of Man Is A Guest That Has Gone Hungry These Centuries Back.

All Our Knowledge Merely Helps Us To Die A More Painful Death Than Animals That Know Nothing.

Our Reason May Prove What It Will: Our Reason Is Only A Feeble Ray That Has Issued From Nature.