This Notion [skepticism] Is More Clearly Understood

It Takes So Much To Be A King That He Exists Only As Such. That Extraneous Glare That Surrounds Him Hides Him And Conceals Him From Us; Our Sight Breaks And Is Dissipated By It Being Filled And Arrested By This Strong Light.

As For Me, Then, I Love Life And Cultivate It Just As God Has Been Pleased To Grant It To Us.

My Library Is My Kingdom, And Here I Try To Make My Rule Absolute-shutting Off This Single Nook From Wife, Daughter And Society. Elsewhere I Have Only A Verbal Authority, And Vague. Unhappy Is The Man, In My Opinion, Who Has No Spot At Home Where He Can Be At Home To Himself-to Court Himself And Hide Away.

Every Day I Hear Stupid People Say Things That Are Not Stupid.

We Trouble Our Life By Thoughts About Death, And Our Death By Thoughts About Life.