Oh Be Swift To Live, Make Haste

A Modest Garden Contains, For Those Who Know How To Look And To Wait, More Instruction Than A Library.

We Only Understand That Which Already Is Within Us.

It Is Work Which Gives Flavor To Life.

A Belief Is Not True Simply Because It Is Useful.

Melancholy Is At The Bottom Of Everything, Just As At The End Of All Rivers Is The Sea. Can It Be Otherwise In A World Where Nothing Lasts, Where All That We Have Loved Or Shall Love Must Die? Is Death, Then, The Secret Of Life? The Gloom Of An Eternal Mourning Enwraps, More Or Less Closely, Every Serious And Thoughtful Soul, As Night Enwraps The Universe.