Who Has Enough Credit In This World

When One Realizes That His Life Is Worthless He Either Commits Suicide Or Travels.

We Are Ruled By Chance But Never Have Enough Patience To Accept Its Despotism.

Evil, Which Is Our Companion All Our Days, Is Not To Be Treated As A Foe. It Is Wrong To Cocker Vice, But We Grow Narrow And Pithless If We Are Furtive About It, For This Is At Best A Pretense, And The Sage Knows Good And Evil Are Kindred. The Worst Of Men Harm Others, And The Best Injure Themselves.

Those Who Write For Lucre Or Fame Are Grosser Than The Cartel Robbers, For They Steal The Genius Of The People, Which Is Its Will To Resist Evil.

Recognize The Cunning Man Not By The Corpses He Pays Homage To But By The Living Writers He Conspires Against With The Most Shameful Weapon, Silence, Or The Briefest Review.