What Sort Of God Would It Be,

The Sea Is Flowing Ever, The Land Retains It Never.

What A Day It Is When We Must Envy The Men In Their Graves.

Viewed From The Summit Of Reason, All Life Looks Like A Malignant Disease And The World Like A Madhouse.

Life Belongs To The Living, And He Who Lives Must Be Prepared For Changes.

One Should Not Wish Anyone Disagreeable Conditions Of Life; But For Him Who Is Involved In Them By Chance, They Are Touchstones Of Characters And Of The Most Decisive Value To Man.