The Multitude Which Does Not Reduce Itself

All Sorrow Has Its Root In Man's Inability To Sit Quiet In A Room By Himself.

It Is Man's Natural Sickness To Believe That He Possesses The Truth.

Let Us, Then, Take Our Compass; We Are Something, And We Are Not Everything. The Nature Of Our Existence Hides From Us The Knowledge Of First Beginnings Which Are Born Of The Nothing; And The Littleness Of Our Being Conceals From Us The Sight Of The Infinite. Our Intellect Holds The Same Position In The World Of Thought As Our Body Occupies In The Expanse Of Nature.

All Mankind's Troubles Are Caused By One Single Thing, Which Is Their Inability To Sit Quietly.

Death Itself Is Less Painful When It Comes Upon Us Unawares Than The Bare Contemplation Of It, Even When Danger Is Far Distant.