How I Understand The Philosopher - As

It Is Only Great Pain--that Slow, Sustained Pain That Takes Its Time, In Which We Are, As It Were, Burned With Smoldering Green Firewood--that Forces Us Philosophers To Sink To Our Ultimate Profundity And To Do Away With All The Trust, Everything Good-natured, Veil-imposing, Mild And Middling, On Which We May Have Previously Based Our Humanity. I Doubt That Such A Pain Makes Us 'better'--but I Know That It Makes Us Deeper.

In Heaven, All The Interesting People Are Missing.

That Whatever A Man Says, Promises, Or Resolves In Passion He Must Stick To Later On When He Is Cold And Sober--this Demand Is Among The Heaviest Burdens That Weigh On Humankind.

Even Cohabitation Has Been Corrupted - By Marriage.

One Unconsciously Takes It For Granted That Doer And Sufferer Think And Feel Alike, And According To This Supposition We Measure The Guilt Of The One By The Pain Of The Other.