It Is A Terrible Thought, To Contemplate

In The Knowledge Of Truth, What Really Matters Is The Possession Of It, Not The Impulse Under Which It Was Sought.

There Is Nothing We Like To Communicate To Others As Much As The Seal Of Secrecy Together With What Lies Under It.

One Can Also Be Undignified And Flattering Toward A Virtue.

You Tell Me: 'life Is Hard To Bear.' But If It Were Otherwise Why Should Ou Have Your Pride In The Morning Nad Your Resignation In The Evening?

When Death Brings At Last The Desired Forgetfulness, It Abolishes Life And Being Together, And Sets The Seal On The Knowledge That "being" Is Merely A Continual "has Been," A Thing That Lives By Denying And Destroying And Contradicting Itself.