The Absence Of Vices Adds So Little

It Is Good Knowing That Glasses Are To Drink From; The Bad Thing Is Not To Know What Thirst Is For.

What Have You Done With The Garden That Was Entrusted To You?

The Wind, One Brilliant Day, Called To My Soul With An Odor Of Jasmine. "in Return For The Odor Of My Jasmine, I'd Like All The Odor Of Your Roses." "i Have No Roses; All The Flowers In My Garden Are Dead." "well Then, I'll Take The Withered Petals And The Yellow Leaves And The Waters Of The Fountain." The Wind Left. And I Wept. And I Said To Myself: "what Have You Done With The Garden That Was Entrusted To You?

My Philosophy Is Fundamentally Sad, But I’m Not A Sad Man, And I Don’t Believe I Sadden Anyone Else. In Other Words, The Fact That I Don’t Put My Philosophy Into Practice Saves Me From Its Evil Spell, Or, Rather, My Faith In The Human Race Is Stronger Then My Intellectual Analysis Of It; There Lies The Fountain Of Youth In Which My Heart Is Continually Bathing.

No One Can Shed Light On Vices He Does Not Have Or Afflictions He Has Ever Experienced.