Toil Without Song Is Like A Weary

All I Want Is To Know Things. The Black Gulph Of The Infinite Is Before Me.

There Were Nameless Horrors Abroad; And No Matter How Little One Might Be Able To Get At Them, One Ought Tp Stand Prepared For Any Sort Of Action At Any Time.

Toil Without Song Is Like A Weary Journey Without An End.

I Am Perfectly Confident That I Could Never Adequately Convey To Any Other Human Being The Precise Reasons Why I Continue To Refrain From Suicide - The Reasons, That Is, Why I Still Find Existence Enough Of A Compensation To Atone For Its Dominantly Burthensome Quality.

To The Scientist There Is The Joy In Pursuing Truth Which Nearly Counteracts The Depressing Revelations Of Truth.