Torment Yourself As Little As Possible, Then

All Language Is But A Poor Translation.

Don Quixote's Misfortune Is Not His Imagination, But Sancho Panza.

For We Are Like Tree Trunks In The Snow. In Appearance They Lie Smoothly And A Little Push Should Be Enough To Set Them Rolling. No, It Can't Be Done, For They Are Firmly Wedded To The Ground. But See, Even That Is Only Appearance.

The Fact That Our Task Is Exactly Commensurate With Our Life Gives It The Appearance Of Being Infinite.

The History Of Mankind Is The Instant Between Two Strides Taken By A Traveler.