The Wise Man Is He Who Constantly

A Caterpillar Who Seeks To Know Himself Would Never Become A Butterfly

From The Satisfaction Of Desire There May Arise, Accompanying Joy And As It Were Sheltering Behind It, Something Not Unlike Despair.

When You Have Nothing To Say, Or To Hide, There Is No Need To Be Prudent.

In Other People's Company I Felt I Was Dull, Gloomy, Unwelcome, At Once Bored And Boring.

There Are Many Things That Seem Impossible Only So Long As One Does Not Attempt Them.