The Really Unhappy Person Is The One

Man Is Not Born To Solve The Problem Of The Universe, But To Find Out What He Has To Do; And To Restrain Himself Within The Limits Of His Comprehension.

Nature! We Live In Her Midst And Know Her Not. She Is Incessantly Speaking To Us, But Betrays Not Her Secret. We Constantly Act Upon Her, And Yet Have No Power Over Her. Variant: Nature! We Are Surrounded And Embraced By Her: Powerless To Separate Ourselves From Her, And Powerless To Penetrate Beyond Her.

What Is Not Fully Understood Is Not Possessed.

People Have A Peculiar Pleasure In Making Converts, That Is, In Causing Others To Enjoy What They Enjoy, Thus Finding Their Own Likeness Represented And Reflected Back To Them.

My Poor Head Is In Such A Whirl, My Mind Is All In Bits.