The Present Is The Only Reality And

The Person Who Writes For Fools Is Always Sure Of A Large Audience.

A Man Finds Himself, To His Great Astonishment, Suddenly Existing, After Thousands And Thousands Of Years Of Non-existence: He Lives For A Little While; And Then, Again, Comes An Equally Long Period When He Must Exist No More. The Heart Rebels Against This, And Feels That It Cannot Be True.

The Problem With Germans Is That They Look In The Clouds For What Lies At Their Feet.

There Is No Opinion, However Absurd, Which Men Will Not Readily Embrace As Soon As They Can Be Brought To The Conviction That It Is Generally Adopted.

Truth Is Most Beautiful Undraped.