The World Is Not A Factory And

Intellect Is Invisible To The Man Who Has None.

Life Is A Constant Process Of Dying.

To Truth Only A Brief Celebration Of Victory Is Allowed Between The Two Long Periods During Which It Is Condemned As Paradoxical, Or Disparaged As Trivial.

If God Made The World, I Would Not Be That God, For The Misery Of The World Would Break My Heart.

There Are Very Few Who Can Think, But Every Man Wants To Have An Opinion; And What Remains But To Take It Ready-made From Others, Instead Of Forming Opinions For Himself?