Our Journey Is Entirely Imaginary. That Is

You Can Lose Your Way Groping Among The Shadows Of The Past.

One Can't Relive One's Life. Forgiveness Is Not What's Difficult; One's Always Too Ready To Forgive. And It Does No Good, That's Obvious.

To Philosophize Is Only Another Way Of Being Afraid And Leads Hardly Anywhere But To Cowardly Make-believe.

There's No Such Thing As Intelligent Vanity. It's An Instinct. And You'll Never Find A Man Who Is Not First And Foremost Vain.

Reason Died In 1914, November 1914 ... After That Everybody Began To Rave.