The Mortal Race Is Far Too Weak

A Wife Is A Gift Bestowed Upon A Man To Reconcile Him To The Loss Of Paradise.

The Suffering May Be Moral Or Physical; And In My Opinion It Is Just As Absurd To Call A Man A Coward Who Destroys Himself, As To Call A Man A Coward Who Dies Of A Malignant Fever.

Rash Combat Oft Immortalizes Man; If He Should Fall, He Is Renowned In Song; But After-ages Reckon Not The Ceaseless Tears Which The Forsaken Woman Sheds. Poets Tell Us Not Of The Many Nights Consumed In Weeping, Or Of The Dreary Days Wherein Her Anguished Soul Vainly Yearns To Call Her Loved One Back.

I Have Never Looked At Foreign Countries Or Gone There But With The Purpose Of Getting To Know The General Human Qualities That Are Spread All Over The Earth In Very Different Forms, And Then To Find These Qualities Again In My Own Country And To Recognize And To Further Them.

Mathematics Has The Completely False Reputation Of Yielding Infallible Conclusions. Its Infallibility Is Nothing But Identity. Two Times Two Is Not Four, But It Is Just Two Times Two, And That Is What We Call Four For Short. But Four Is Nothing New At All. And Thus It Goes On And On In Its Conclusions, Except That In The Higher Formulas The Identity Fades Out Of Sight.