He Who Has The Courage To Laugh

That Is Why All Great Men Are Modest: They Consistently Measure Themselves Not In Comparison To Other People But To The Idea Of Perfection Ever Present In Their Minds, An Ideal Infinitely Clearer And Greater Than Any Common People Have, And They Also Realize How Far They Are From Fulfilling Their Ideal.

The Most Solid Pleasure In This Life Is The Empty Pleasure Of Illusion.

Death Is Not An Evil, Because It Frees Us From All Evils, And While It Takes Away Good Things, It Takes Away Also The Desire For Them. Old Age Is The Supreme Evil, Because It Deprives Us Of All Pleasures, Leaving Us Only The Appetite For Them, And It Brings With It All Sufferings. Nevertheless, We Fear Death, And We Desire Old Age.

I Find It Awfully Difficult To Determine If The Habit Of Talking About Oneself At Length Runs Contrary To The Basic Rules Of Propriety, Or If Instead The Man Exempt From This Vice Is Rare.

No One Is So Completely Disenchanted With The World, Or Knows It So Thoroughly, Or Is So Utterly Disgusted With It, That When It Begins To Smile Upon Him He Does Not Become Partially Reconciled To It.