The Life Of Great Geniuses Is Nothing

One Approaches The Journey's End. But The End Is A Goal, Not A Catastrophe.

Vanity Is The Most Despotic And Iniquitous Of Masters, And I Can Never Be The Slave Of My Own Vices.

We Must Love Stupid People Better Than Ourselves; Are They Not The Really Unfortunate Ones Of This World? Do Not People Without Taste And Without Ideal Grow Constantly Weary, Rejoicing In Nothing, And Being Quite Useless Here Below?

... What Is There Over Which The Incomparable Beauty Of Childhood Would Not Triumph?

When Mental Sickness Increases Until It Reaches The Danger Point, Do Not Exhaust Yourself By Efforts To Trace Back To Original Causes. Better Accept Them As Inevitable And Save Your Strength To Fight Against The Effects.