Sleep Is No Mean Art.

We Evaluate The Services That Anyone Renders To Us According To The Value He Puts On Them, Not According To The Value They Have For Us.

A Good Aphorism Is Too Hard For The Tooth Of Time, And Is Not Worn Away By All The Centuries, Although It Serves As Food For Every Epoch. Hence It Is The Greatest Paradox In Literature, The Imperishable In The Midst Of Change, The Nourishment Which Always Remains Highly Valued, As Salt Does, And Never Becomes Stupid Like Salt.

The Living Is Merely A Type Of What Is Dead, And A Very Rare Type.

I Love Something: And Scarcely Do I Love It Completely When The Tyrant In Me Says: "i Want That In Sacrifice." This Cruelty Is In My Entrails. Behold! I Am Evil.

Do You Want To Have An Easy Life? Then Always Stay With The Herd And Lose Yourself In The Herd.