There Are Defendants Whom The Judges Are

Every Human Act Can Be Disguised With A Coating Of Gilt.

One Should Never Direct People Towards Happiness, Because Happiness Too Is An Idol Of The Market-place. One Should Direct Them Towards Mutual Affection. A Beast Gnawing At Its Prey Can Be Happy Too, But Only Human Beings Can Feel Affection For Each Other, And This Is The Highest Achievement They Can Aspire To.

Art Thaws Even The Frozen, Darkened Soul, Opening It To Lofty Spiritual Experience.

Happiness Doesn't Depend On The Actual Number Of Blessings We Manage To Scratch From Life, Only Our Attitude Towards Them.

We Are So Attached To The Earth, And Yet We Are Incapable Of Holding Onto It.