I Need Solitude, Which Is To Say,

The Advantage Of A Bad Memory Is That One Enjoys Several Times The Same Good Things For The First Time.

To Die Proudly When It Is No Longer Possible To Live Proudly. Death Freely Chosen, Death At The Right Time, Brightly And Cheerfully Accomplished Amid Children And Witnesses: Then A Real Farewell Is Still Possible, As The One Who Is Taking Leave Is Still There; Also A Real Estimate Of What One Has Wished, Drawing The Sum Of One's Life--all In Opposition To The Wretched And Revolting Comedy That Christianity Has Made Of The Hour Of Death.

Some Die Too Young, Some Die Too Old; The Precept Sounds Strange, But Die At The Right Age.

Loneliness Is One Thing, Solitude Another.

Words Are But Symbols For The Relations Of Things To One Another And To Us; Nowhere Do They Touch Upon Absolute Truth.