Man Is Almost Always As Wicked As

Nature, With Her Customary Beneficence, Has Ordained That Man Shall Not Learn How To Live Until The Reasons For Living Are Stolen From Him, That He Shall Find No Enjoyment Until He Has Become Incapable Of Vivid Pleasure.

Old Age Is The Supreme Evil, For It Deprives Man Of All Pleasures While Allowing His Appetites To Remain, And It Brings With It Every Possible Sorrow. Yet Men Fear Death And Desire Old Age.

There Are Some Centuries Which - Apart From Everything Else - In The Art And Other Disciplines Presume To Remake Everything Because They Know How To Make Nothing.

Men Do Not So Much Hate An Evil-doer, Or Evil Itself, As They Hate The Man Who Calls Evil By Its Real Name.

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