I Found It Better For My Soul

To Have Suffered Much Is Like Knowing Many Languages. Thou Hast Learned To Understand All.

We Are All Of Us Born In Moral Stupidity, Taking The World As An Udder To Feed Our Supreme Selves

But Very Little Achievement Is Required In Order To Pity Another Man's Shortcomings.

Beauty Is Part Of The Finished Language By Which Goodness Speaks.

Are There Many Situations More Sublimely Tragic Than The Struggle Of The Soul With The Demand To Renounce A Work Which Has Been All The Significance Of Its Life--a Significance Which Is To Vanish As The Waters Which Come And Go Where No Man Has Need Of Them?