That Which Is So Universal As Death

Culture, Far From Giving Us Freedom, Only Develops, As It Advances, New Necessities; The Fetters Of The Physical Close More Tightly Around Us, So That The Fear Of Loss Quenches Even The Ardent Impulse Toward Improvement, And The Maxims Of Passive Obedience Are Held To Be The Highest Wisdom Of Life.

Misery Travels Free Through The Whole World!

There Is A Nobility In The World Of Manners.

Secrecy Is For The Happy,--misery, Hopeless Misery, Needs No Veil; Under A Thousand Suns It Dares Act Openly.

He Cannot Complain Of A Hard Sentence, Who Is Made Master Of His Own Fate.