The Most Solid Pleasure In This Life

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

No One Is So Completely Disenchanted With The World, Or Knows It So Thoroughly, Or Is So Utterly Disgusted With It, That When It Begins To Smile Upon Him He Does Not Become Partially Reconciled To It.

The End Of Pain We Take As Happiness.

The Artisan Or Scientist Or The Follower Of Whatever Discipline Who Has The Habit Of Comparing Himself Not With Other Followers But With The Discipline Itself Will Have A Lower Opinion Of Himself, The More Excellent He Is.

The Most Solid Pleasure In This Life Is The Empty Pleasure Of Illusion.