Happy People Are Ignoramuses And Glory Is

I Have A Congenital Desire To Contradict; My Whole Life Is Merely A Chain Of Sad And Unsuccessful Contradictions To Heart And Mind. When Faced With Enthusiasm, I Am Seized By A Midwinter Freeze, And I Suppose That Frequent Dealings With Sluggish Phlegmatics Would Have Made A Passionate Dreamer.

There Are Two Men In Me--one Lives In The Full Sense Of The Word, The Other Reasons And Passes Judgment On The First. The First Will Perhaps Take Leave Of You And The World Forever In An Hour Now; And The Second . . . The Second?

I Was Born, So That The Whole World Could Be A Spectatorof My Triumph Or My Doom.

He In His Madness Prays For Storms, And Dreams That Storms Will Bring Him Peace.

Happiness Comes The Way The Wind Blows.