Metaphysics Is The Finding Of Bad Reasons

Our Live Experiences, Fixed In Aphorisms, Stiffen Into Cold Epigrams. Our Heart's Blood, As We Write It, Turns To Mere Dull Ink.

It Is By A Wise Economy Of Nature That Those Who Suffer Without Change, And Whom No One Can Help, Become Uninteresting. Yet So It May Happen That Those Who Need Sympathy The Most Often Attract It The Least.

The One Self- Knowledge Worth Having Is To Know One's Own Mind.

The Man Who Has Ceased To Fear Has Ceased To Care.

I Can Myself Conceive Of Nothing Else Than The Experienced.