I Have Not The Hope Of Being

The World Is The House Of The Strong. I Shall Not Know Until The End What I Have Lost Or Won In This Place, In This Vast Gambling Den Where I Have Spent More Than Sixty Years, Dice Box In Hand, Shaking The Dice.

Only Passions, Great Passions, Can Elevate The Soul To Great Things.

Man Was Born To Live With His Fellow Human Beings. Separate Him, Isolate Him, His Character Will Go Bad, A Thousand Ridiculous Affects Will Invade His Heart, Extravagant Thoughts Will Germinate In His Brain, Like Thorns In An Uncultivated Land.

Whether God Exists Or Does Not Exist, He Has Come To Rank Among The Most Sublime And Useless Truths.

How Old The World Is! I Walk Between Two Eternities.... What Is My Fleeting Existence In Comparison With That Decaying Rock, That Valley Digging Its Channel Ever Deeper, That Forest That Is Tottering And Those Great Masses Above My Head About To Fall? I See The Marble Of Tombs Crumbling Into Dust; And Yet I Don't Want To Die!