Suicides Are Timid Murderers. Masochism Instead Of

The Richness Of Life Lies In Memories We Have Forgotten.

The Problem Is Not The Harshness Of Fate, For Anything We Want Strongly Enough We Get. The Trouble Is Rather That When We Have It We Grow Sick Of It, And Then We Should Never Blame Fate, Only Our Own Desire.

No One Ever Lacks A Good Reason For Suicide.

The Real Affliction Of Old Age Is Remorse.

The World, The Future, Is Now Within You As Your Past, As Experience, Skill In Technique, And The Rich, Everlasting Mystery Is Found To Be Childish You That, At The Time, You Made No Effort To Possess.