The End Of Pain We Take As

Rest Forever, Tired Heart. The Final Illusion Has Perished. The One We Believed Eternal Is Gone. Just Like That. Out The Door Desire Follows Hope. Rest Forever. Enough Throbbing. Nothing Deserves Your Attention Nor Is The Earth Worth A Sigh. Bitterness And Boredom Is Life, Nothing Else Ever, And The World Is Mud. Quiet Now. Despair For The Last Time. Fate Gives Us Dying As A Gift. Now Turn From The Hills, The Ugly Hidden Power Which Rules For The Common Evil And The Infinite Vanity Of It All.

He Who Has The Courage To Laugh Is Almost As Much A Master Of The World As He Who Is Ready To Die.

Nothing In The World Is So Rare As A Person One Can Always Put Up With.

The Greater Part Of The People We Assign To Educate Our Sons We Know For Certain Are Not Educated. Yet We Do Not Doubt That They Can Give What They Have Not Received, A Thing Which Cannot Be Otherwise Acquired.

Of Men Eternally Dear! Happy Indeed If You Have Breathing-space From Pain: Blessed All The More If Death Should Heal You Of The Pain You Fear!