There's A Non-existent Peace In The Uncertain

To Know Nothing About Yourself Is To Live. To Know Yourself Badly Is To Think.

The Abstract Intelligence Produces A Fatigue That's The Worst Of All Fatigues. It Doesn't Weigh On Us Like Bodily Fatigue, Nor Disconcert Like The Fatigue Of Emotional Experience. It's The Weight Of Our Consciousness Of The World, A Shortness Of Breath In Our Soul.

To Live Is To Be Someone Else. Feeling Is Impossible If We Feel Today As We Felt Yesterday: To Feel Today The Same Thing We Felt Yesterday Is Not To Feel At All--it's Merely To Remember Today What We Felt Yesterday, Since Today We Are The Living Cadaver Of Yesterday's Lost Life.

No Intelligent Idea Can Gain General Acceptance Unless Some Stupidity Is Mixed In With It.

There's No Regret More Painful Than The Regret Of Things That Never Were.