The Most Solid Pleasure In This Life

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.

It's Interesting To Observe That Almost All Truly Worthy Men Have Simple Manners, And That Simple Manners Are Almost Always Taken As A Sign Of Little Worth

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.

The Most Solid Pleasure In This Life Is The Empty Pleasure Of Illusion.

Nature, With Her Customary Beneficence, Has Ordained That Man Shall Not Learn How To Live Until The Reasons For Living Are Stolen From Him, That He Shall Find No Enjoyment Until He Has Become Incapable Of Vivid Pleasure.