To Be A Saint Is To Will

There Are, As Is Known, Insects That Die In The Moment Of Fertilization. So It Is With All Joy: Life's Highest, Most Splendid Moment Of Enjoyment Is Accompanied By Death.

All Moral Elevation Consists First And Foremost Of Being Weaned From The Momentary.

This, Then, Is The Ultimate Paradox Of Thought: To Want To Discover Something That Thought Itself Cannot Think.

Most People Rush After Pleasure So Fast That They Rush Right Past It.

Boredom Is The Root Of All Evil - The Despairing Refusal To Be Oneself.