Do You Want To Have An Easy

In Solitude The Lonely Man Is Eaten Up By Himself, Among Crowds By The Many.

It Is Impossible To Suffer Without Making Someone Pay For It; Every Complaint Already Contains Revenge.

Love Is Blind; Friendship Closes Its Eyes.

What Destroys A Man More Quickly Than To Work, Think And Feel Without Inner Necessity, Without Any Deep Personal Desire, Without Pleasure - As A Mere Automaton Of Duty?

That Which An Age Considers Evil Is Usually An Unseasonable Echo Of What Was Formerly Considered Good - The Atavism Of An Old Ideal.