All Our Knowledge Merely Helps Us To

All Our Knowledge Merely Helps Us To Die A More Painful Death Than Animals That Know Nothing.

The Souls Of All Our Brethren Are Ever Hovering About Us, Craving For A Caress, And Only Waiting For The Signal.

Is Not Every Action Of Hamlet Induced By A Fanatical Impulse, Which Tells Him That Duty Consists In Revenge Alone? And Dose It Need Superhuman Efforts To Recognize That Revenge Never Can Be Duty? I Say Again That Hamlet Thinks Much, But That He Is By No Means Wise.

The Future Is A World Limited By Ourselves; In It We Discover Only What Concerns Us And, Sometimes, By Chance, What Interests Those Whom We Love The Most.

It's Good To Slowly Come To The Realization That You Understand Nothing.