The End Of Pain We Take As

A Dictionary Can Embrace Only A Small Part Of The Vast Tapestry Of A Language.

Men Are Ready To Suffer Anything From Others Or From Heaven Itself, Provided That, When It Comes To Words, They Are Untouched.

Rest Forever, Tired Heart. The Final Illusion Has Perished. The One We Believed Eternal Is Gone. Just Like That. Out The Door Desire Follows Hope. Rest Forever. Enough Throbbing. Nothing Deserves Your Attention Nor Is The Earth Worth A Sigh. Bitterness And Boredom Is Life, Nothing Else Ever, And The World Is Mud. Quiet Now. Despair For The Last Time. Fate Gives Us Dying As A Gift. Now Turn From The Hills, The Ugly Hidden Power Which Rules For The Common Evil And The Infinite Vanity Of It All.

Everything Since Homer Has Improved, Except Poetry.

Nothing In The World Is So Rare As A Person One Can Always Put Up With.