Whenever I Climb I Am Followed By

In Every Age The Wisest Have Passed The Identical Judgment On Life: It Is Worthless.

Christians Call It Faith ... I Call It The Herd.

Without Forgetting It Is Quite Impossible To Live At All.

Winter, A Bad Guest, Sitteth With Me At Home; Blue Are My Hands With His Friendly Handshaking

If One Considers How Much Reason Every Person Has For Anxiety And Timid Self-concealment, And How Three-quarters Of His Energy And Goodwill Can Be Paralyzed And Made Unfruitful By It, One Has To Be Very Grateful To Fashion