Children Find Everything In Nothing; Men Find

Nature, With Her Customary Beneficence, Has Ordained That Man Shall Not Learn How To Live Until The Reasons For Living Are Stolen From Him, That He Shall Find No Enjoyment Until He Has Become Incapable Of Vivid Pleasure.

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.

He Who Has The Courage To Laugh Is Almost As Much A Master Of The World As He Who Is Ready To Die.

The Thought That Really Crushes Us Is The Thought Of The Futility Of Life Of Which Death Is The Visible Manifestation.

Old Age Is The Supreme Evil, For It Deprives Man Of All Pleasures While Allowing His Appetites To Remain, And It Brings With It Every Possible Sorrow. Yet Men Fear Death And Desire Old Age.