For A Man To Achieve All That

Distance... Is Like Futurity. A Dim Vastness Is Spread Before Our Souls; The Perceptions Of Our Mind Are As Obscure As Those Of Our Vision... But Alas! When We Have Attained Our Object, When The Distant 'there' Becomes The Present 'here,' All Is Changed; We Are As Poor And Circumscribed As Ever, And Our Souls Still Languish For Unattainable Happiness.

No Doubt You Are Right... There Would Be Far Less Suffering Amongst Mankind If Men... Did Not Employ Their Imaginations So Assiduously In Recalling The Memory Of Past Sorrow, Instead Of Bearing Their Present Lot With Equanimity.

Ah! My Poor Brain Is Racked And Crazed, My Spirit And Senses Amazed!

Mystery Is Truth's Dancing Partner.

He Who Serves The Public Is A Poor Animal; He Worries Himself To Death And No One Thanks Him For It.