Happy People Are Ignoramuses And Glory Is

Out Of Life's Storm I Carried Only A Few Ideas - And Not One Feeling.

I Have A Congenital Desire To Contradict; My Whole Life Is Merely A Chain Of Sad And Unsuccessful Contradictions To Heart And Mind. When Faced With Enthusiasm, I Am Seized By A Midwinter Freeze, And I Suppose That Frequent Dealings With Sluggish Phlegmatics Would Have Made A Passionate Dreamer.

My Whole Life Has Been Merely A Succession Of Miserable And Unsuccessful Denials Of Feelings Or Reason.

O Vanity! You Are The Lever By Means Of Which Archimedes Wished To Lift The Earth!

Happiness Comes The Way The Wind Blows.