The Happy Man Does Not Notice The

Weep, For The Light Is Dead.

Posterity Weaves No Garlands For Imitators.

Full Of Wisdom Are The Ordinations Of Fate.

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.

Man Is Never So Authentically Himself As When At Play.