Close Beside My Knowledge Lies My Black

We Become Aware, However, That All Customs, Even The Hardest, Grow Pleasanter And Milder With Time, And That The Severest Way Of Life May Become A Habit And Therefore A Pleasure.

Good Manners Disappear In Proportion As The Influence Of A Court And An Exclusive Aristocracy Lessens; This Decrease Can Be Plainly Observed From Decade To Decade By Those Who Have An Eye For Public Behavior, Which Grows Visibly.

My Solitude Doesn’t Depend On The Presence Or Absence Of People; On The Contrary, I Hate Who Steals My Solitude Without, In Exchange, Offering Me True Company.

With Regard To Philosophical Metaphysics, I Always See Increasing Numbers Who Have Attained To The Negative Goal, But As Yet Few Who Climb A Few Rungs Backwards; One Ought To Look Out, Perhaps, Over The Last Steps Of The Ladder, But Not Try To Stand Upon Them.

How Lovely It Is That There Are Words And Sounds. Are Not Words And Sounds Rainbows And Illusive Bridges Between Things Which Are Eternally Apart?