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We Remember Childhood As The Fabulous Years Of Our Lives, And Nations Remember Their Childhood As Fabulous Years.

Since The World Never Faults A Man Who Refuses To Yield...it Is Generally Recognized That Weak Men Live In Obedience To The World's Will, While The Strong Obey Only Their Own.

Rest Forever, Tired Heart. The Final Illusion Has Perished. The One We Believed Eternal Is Gone. Just Like That. Out The Door Desire Follows Hope. Rest Forever. Enough Throbbing. Nothing Deserves Your Attention Nor Is The Earth Worth A Sigh. Bitterness And Boredom Is Life, Nothing Else Ever, And The World Is Mud. Quiet Now. Despair For The Last Time. Fate Gives Us Dying As A Gift. Now Turn From The Hills, The Ugly Hidden Power Which Rules For The Common Evil And The Infinite Vanity Of It All.

The End Of Pain We Take As Happiness.

Death Is Not An Evil, Because It Frees Us From All Evils, And While It Takes Away Good Things, It Takes Away Also The Desire For Them. Old Age Is The Supreme Evil, Because It Deprives Us Of All Pleasures, Leaving Us Only The Appetite For Them, And It Brings With It All Sufferings. Nevertheless, We Fear Death, And We Desire Old Age.