We Love Life, Not Because We Are

Unconsciously We Seek The Principles And Opinions Which Are Suited To Our Temperament, So That At Last It Seems As If These Principles And Opinions Had Formed Our Character And Given It Support And Stability.

Or Shall I Go Out As A Light Does, Not First Blown Out By The Wind, But Grown Tired And Weary Of Itself - A Burnt Out Light? Or Finally, Shall I Blow Myself Out, So As Not To Burn Out?

The English Are The People Of Consummate Cant.

Hope In Reality Is The Worst Of All Evils Because It Prolongs The Torments Of Man.

The Tree That Would Grow To Heaven Must Send Its Roots To Hell.